Heavens Rose Novels & Stories

He left the store with a large bouquet of red Rose's. It was twenty dollars but he believed that it was worth the money and the trouble. He picked them put carefully and made sure that none of them had begun to wilt. He let the florist put a large red bow on them and he left the store with his briefcase in one hand a large bouquet in the other. Seven made his way home, the breeze nipped at his ears and It was a little chilli but, he could handle the temperature. He hurried home and opened the door with his key.

And discussing, the two of them can't live with each other, like two lovebirds who are getting intoxicated. "Sorry, Rose." Cheryl hugged Rose again. Rose nodded. Cheryl knows a human with a heart as wide as the Indian Ocean is only Rose, a.k.a Florence Rosea. A girl with a million goodness that she carries on her shoulders, a girl who likes to eat who is willing to bury her feelings for her best friend's happiness. "So, Juna?" Cheryl asked timidly. She was afraid that Rose would be hurt, especially since Juna sent her a message. "Don't think about me. It's okay, just fight. You have the right to be happy." Cheryl burst into tears again. Did God create Rose and angels together? Why is hee hea

This is when she noticed something, There was a flower bouquet along with a note. Sarah took the bouquet, smelled it. They were so fresh that she felt freshness in her heart. Who brought it here? she open the envelope and saw it from the back. At the section of home address, there was written " Sarah John". No information regarding the sender was there. Only courier ticket was there with a date of yesterday. No one has ever sent her the flower. What is the case? she opened the envelope. It had a letter which said, " Welcome to Stanford University".

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

“Is this yours?" The immediate answer came out her mouth when she saw it, "No, why—" She froze, and Chris looked at her, the concern brewing in his eyes. But she couldn’t help but to stare at the gift, knowing exactly what it was. A Resin Rose, wrapped with thorns of grief; exactly like the picture. The moon so delicate, handmade and one of a kind. "Claec…" Her hand cupped the gift, pulling it away from him. Chris stared at her in confusion, his hands feeling empty, "who's that?"

" There were plenty of flower shops along the way, but none of them satisfied Willow. Eventually, she picked a store that looked clean and pretty and had beautifully wrapped flowers. Willow stepped inside. The shop owner greeted her with a smile. "What kind of flowers do you want to buy, kid?" "Roses!" Willow declared boldly. She heard that roses symbolized love. If she gave roses to her parents, they would surely understand just how much she loved them. The shop owner led her to the roses. "You can choose the roses, kid." "Thank you." Willow watched carefully from the side. There were different colors of roses—white ones, red ones, and even roses that gradually transitioned from white to bl

Then my door flies open aggressively and Felix is pulling off my sheets. "Hey!" I yell at him, tugging the sheets back but of course, it's no use. He's too fucking strong! "You need to wake up and prepare for tonight," He says, impatiently before grabbing my arm to make me sit up. I rub my eyes again, still sleepy but now I'm also annoyed. "It's hours away. Why can't I have one more hour?" Felix doesn't look happy with me but I'm too tired to care. "Because there's a lot to go through and if this doesn't go right, you will be killed, Rose! Or does that mean nothing to you?"

Hell doesn't begin with flames. It begins with a heartbeat that shouldn't have been heard. A step no one expected. A glance not filled with fear, but curiosity. A white rose petal fell to the ground as five demons tore apart the one once called prince. He didn't speak. He didn't beg. Not even when his blood was swallowed by the earth and his name was lost among the bones. But someone was watching. Someone whose footsteps were followed by neither angels nor demons. Only silence.

Dante falls in at my side. Together we climb back into the fire. The black rose has bloomed. And tonight, the entire world will smell its thorns.

“All of me. Take all of me sunshine. I am yours.” Rosealba’s nipples twitched and she lifted her hips and eased down, placing hard veiny cock against her wet entrance and letting him sink slowly—so achingly slow—letting him fill her inch by inch. Her lips parted, a soft gasp slipping out, as her body stretched around him perfectly. His fingers gripped her thighs harder now, knuckles white. His breath left him in a curse. “You feel like fucking heaven,” he hissed. “Tight, warm… mine.”