Love Is A Rose Novels & Stories

"What a sturdy chest you've got there!" Coldly, I took her hands away from my chest. "I know, I hear that a lot." "Huh!" she responded giddily, her hazel eyes staring back into mine. There was something about those eyes that I could not fathom. It was as though she was screaming for help. There was a glint of hurt and sadness in them. "Her business is not my cup of tea." I thought, looking away. She leant closer to me and a whiff of her sweet smelling perfume infiltrated my nostrils. She had a unique smell of rose petals.

FIVE YEARS AGO... In the sprawling estate of the Montague mansion, where ivy climbed the walls like whispers of forgotten secrets and the scent of roses lingered in the air like the promise of eternal love, Isabella Montague stood at the grand window of her boudoir with a porcelain cup cradled in her slender fingers. Bathed in the soft morning light, she exuded an air of serene elegance, her delicate features illuminated by the golden rays that filtered through the sheer curtains. Slowly, she sipped her morning coffee savoring it's taste while the rich aroma mingle with the sweet scent of freshly-cut flowers that adorned the room. Her gaze drifted wistfully over the manicured gardens below,

"Do you think my sister was as desperate and helpless as you are now when she left, calling for help but no one was there. Joanne, you should have thought of this day when you were thinking of replacing your sister. Let me cleanse your dirty soul today.'' Blood splattered everywhere, staining this white dress of mine red, just like the red roses I love. Besides being passionate and exuberant roses also meant “I love you”. ‘I love you, Riley. If you were in heaven, could you see that I have avenged your death? We didn't have a good time in this life, let's be sisters again in the next, okay? I'll plant you a yard full of baby’s breath. I'll make money so that our mom won't have to work so har

I texted Hendrick, asking if he wanted to have dinner together that evening. He replied with an apology, “Work is really busy, I can’t get away.” Then he transferred some money to my account, telling me to enjoy myself. Well, no point in letting it go to waste. I made a reservation at a French restaurant. The streets were filled with a romantic vibe, and it wasn’t until I saw the fourth flower vendor that I remembered a special event was being held for couples here. The restaurant was even more romantic, with walls covered in roses, drawing in plenty of people eager to take photos.

She asked him with curiosity. "That's 'To a wild rose' composed by Edward MacDowell. Liked it?" "It's really good and soothing. I was lost in it" "Want to know more about it?" She nodded in response. "The composer happened to write these notes casually and since it was simple, he tossed it to the fireplace. Fortunately his wife happened to collect it before it's burnt and lost. She then played it in front of him making him realise its value. It reminds him of the wild roses near his cabin. Wild roses symbolises love according to Greek mythology. Am I boring you? " He asked her after happily explaining everything.

“Yes, it is still there! I heard from Mr. Olive that he bought a villa for you and Liam as a wedding present in Rose Boulevard, but it doesn't seem to have been decorated and furnished yet." Sharon's eyes lit up. "Really, I've always liked the house at Rose Boulevard, so quiet and spacious." "Come on, you go see Liam soon!" Sharon nodded quickly. "Yes, I'm leaving now." Sharon quickly changed clothes, put on makeup, put on the most expensive jewelry and perfume, and sent a driver to the Darkside. Sylvia was sleeping on her bed when she heard a small noise outside, the door to the room suddenly opened. A messy head with black hair suddenly poked in, causing Sylvia to jump, she shouted.

The annoyance I felt towards him earlier because I thought he had forgotten our anniversary all of a sudden and was replaced by butterflies in my stomach and horse racing in my heart. He's the one. Forever does really exist, especially when I'm with Jiro. He's the living proof of Prince Charming and true love does really exist. I am deeply madly in love with him. I can't even see myself in the near future dating another boy. I am sure that he is the only man I am capable of loving. Jiro slowly removed the blindfold from my eyes and first its blur until my vision gradually cleared. The first thing you see is the decorations Jiro's whole garden, just like a bandiritas made of white and red ros

Tears welled in Rose's eyes after she heard him say that. She had only loved one man ever since the beginning. That man was him! She was whole-heartedly in love with him. Unfortunately for her, she had waited for two years but had never received even a direct gaze from him. "You don't know what love is," Rose said with much difficulty, trying to suppress the agony in her heart. Jay's melancholy was piqued by that sentence. Did she say that he did not know what love is? That was her biggest misunderstanding.

Has he predicted my actions? “Where are you going? I’m sure you don’t plan on leaving me here so I would get bored and leave.” I listened to my pounding heartbeat. Gritting my teeth, I tried to hide calm myself. His arms across my chest rise with each exhalation, and low with each inhalation. His other hand hauled my phone from me and press play from the lock screen. Taylor Swift’s Lover song continues playing. “Listen, this is the best part,” he said. He rocks me with him, his arms now across my waist.

“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?"