Love Is A Rose Novels & Stories

The man raised his brows and waited for her to complete “The books of love say that nine hundred and ninety-nine roses are the highest symbol of love, they mean that the lovers promise to be together for a lifetime! But I don’t know how true it is or how many people think this way,” Siddharth laughed out loud, “You really spend your little brain on reading such books and believing in all this blindly? This is just an excellent marketing strategy to increase the sales of roses,” “Siddharth, you’re so unreasonable, how can you kill romance!”

“Tch. Whatever. Flowers are just flowers.” “Really?” I smirked, stepping closer to a bundle of deep red roses. I plucked one gently and held it up. “This is a red rose. And unlike your sad excuse of a relationship, it symbolizes deep love, passion, and commitment.” My eyes flicked to the girl. “The kind of love you’re clearly not getting.” Gasps rippled through the small crowd that had begun to gather. The girl’s face turned beet red. “T-That’s not true!”

“We’re still writing it, Xavier and I don’t mind if the story never ends.” Night fell slowly. After the children went to bed, Xavier invited Liora to the garden. Small lights lined the stone path. The breeze carried the scent of roses from the corner of the yard, white roses, the kind Elis had chosen in Italy. “Do you remember this flower?” Xavier asked. Liora nodded. “White roses. Pure love.” Xavier drew her into his arms. “I love you that way selflessly, without limits of time.” “I love you too,” Liora replied.

The note is simple but heartfelt: "For the woman I've loved all this time. These roses symbolize new beginnings, fresh love, and everything I hope we can have together. Think about Italy. But know that no matter where you are, my heart is yours. Always. – Liam." My breath catches in my throat, a rush of emotion swelling in my chest. He's not giving up on us. He wants me—wants me. I can hear the gasps and murmurs around me, my coworkers whispering, and some of the girls throwing envious glances my way. Rob, of course, is positively glowing with excitement. "Oh my God, Emma!" he squeals, running over to me. "A hundred roses?! This is straight out of a movie. I can't. I literally cannot."

There was only one thought in their minds right now: The boy will die! "What's that? Is the lover arguing?" "Do you make a movie?" "I wish I could hug that silver-haired man too! He's so handsome!" "In broad daylight, hugging each other like that? It's overdone!" The passerby constantly whispered, whoever passed could not help but look at the two at least once.

I want to start afresh. I started knelt next to one of the rose, pulled my bag out and brought out the gardening tools my mother always forced us to keep in our rooms. Just in case we got the each to tend to her flowers. Like she wouldn't have grounded us for even sniffing one. I plucked one of the red roses, and watched them turn into the color black. The door opened again, even in the rain I could hear it. The girls filed out, Nona avoided me. She and her friends got into their cars and left.

"My friend, Zoya I hope you liked the roses. It smells refreshing, isn't it? These roses are plucked from a little garden in the graveyard behind my house. How Ironic! Death and Life are in the same place." Zoya gulped as her smile faded and looked at the roses. She continues reading, "Still, my roses keep blooming every day without any fear you know why, because no matter what you have gone through, from where you have born and how much worst your past is, Love stands strong in every situation.Just like a lotus in the mud. But you know, the smell of these roses remains only for a while. Once the rose starts drying out, its smell starts fading away, its color starts changing and then one day

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly. His gaze was full of her. He smiled and pointed to the flowerpot she had just placed nearby. Half teasing, he said, “Then Cecilia is a red rose. Delicate and thorny. Only I can afford to take care of you.” Cecilia turned and looked at the roses Lucas had placed in the room that morning. And tears streamed silently down her face.