Love Is A Rose Novels & Stories

* I came out of my memory with a tear rolling down my cheek, I quickly wiped it away. I was sitting in my desk chair because of course I'm at the club. I looked at my phone one more time, looking at my little roses profile. I made a promise to her right then and now, I will protect you this I can promise. Knowing how close she is to my club which has cameras all over it, I watched them very closely to make sure she was not harmed by the man that killed my dad.

he said as he placed his arms around her waist and brought her in for a kiss. She smelt of the clive christian no. 1 imperial majesty perfume he'd gotten for her. It had cost a fortune but she was worth the world. Mer fell into a world of rainbows, sunshine, flowers, butterflies and variegated unicorns as he left her. After a few seconds, he was out of sight and Mer slid back into Care Bare through the translucent doors. She had an unfinished business. She looked around, her eyes were searching for someone. Patient, no. Patient, no. Pati... Ha ha!

“Now, do you still love him, or not.” “You’d never actually kill Kimi’s brother,” Rose said softly. “Answer the question, Rose.” I persisted. She closed her book, again, and sighed. “Of course I still love him! I wouldn’t be so mad at him if I didn’t love him!” “Good,” I started to gather her stuff and put it into her backpack. “What the hell are you doing?” she asked.

From the center of the chamber, a rose emerged, its petals a deep crimson but surrounded by the sharpest of thorns. Elder Aria approached it cautiously, "This is the Thorned Rose of Meranthia. Legend speaks of it, a symbol of love that endures. One of you must prove your commitment, your willingness to endure pain for love." Seraphina hesitated, her thoughts racing. She remembered the times Altair had stood by her, the trust they had built. Without a word, she stepped forward, reaching for the rose. As her fingers brushed against the thorns, drops of blood appeared, but she held on, her gaze unwavering.

Rose stood up and started packing her purse, "Lionel, I am sorry. But now, I have to go. It's like, my friend has created trouble which I couldn't explain to you. I have to go. I wish you would forgive me for today's behavior. Moreover, we would meet again! By the way, I am very glad to hear about your relationship. I wish that you both would live longer with each other. Okay, bye!" Without giving any chance for Lionel to speak, Rose turned around and left. She didn't want to cry in front of him. Nor she wanted to let him know that she was in love with him and wanted to propose to him. She would probably choose to die rather than to let him know that she was in love with him.

The heat of her hand on mine…made me feel things. “The rose…” She started. “What about it?” I asked softly. “I heard your mother ask if you’d given me a rose. You said you had. Was that the one you gave me in the library? Did it mean anything?” For a breath I let my gaze drop to her lips, just long enough for her to see but not long enough for me to lose control. “In our world,” I said, “a rose is not just a flower. It’s a binding. When we offer a woman a rose, it’s like offering her an engagement ring. If she accepts it, she automatically becomes the lord’s fiancee.”

Seriously. “Put the roses in a vase.” When she was gone, I just stared at the thing in the box. Why do I want her to hold me again today? Why do I want something different with her today? Now taking my phone, I called her. Theo already gave her the phone that I bought. “You steal it.” “Sorry.” It’s the red rose she gave me when she confessed her love to me. “I thought... it’s lost.” The memories covered me again in love.

Amelia said eyeing his dirt-covered body as he looked like he was used as a rag doll. "Oh… here." He took out an icy rose from his pocket and gave it to her. "This is a flower that symbolizes love." He explained to her as she is happy, it looked exactly like a flower carved out of ice but it felt exactly like a flower. "Back at home, a red rose symbolizes love." She smiled looking up at him. "But this is much more beautiful." She added pecking his dusty cheeks that she didn't mind. They both walked to their room as she helped Augusta take off his clothes revealing his bare skin as she turned away blushing shyly.

Her hair fanned out in the wind in layers like tentacles and blood trickled down her eyes as she spoke in nothing but echoes. "A blooming rose attracts two maidens. The scent of it shall cause the cherry blossoms to flourish and the Belladonna to wither. Love will find one and break the other. You, Alexios Rose, shall be the architect of all their undoing."

-You can tell me unless it's painful for you. -That's why I love you. -You love me, huh? -Do you have any doubts? - Leonel caressed her face; she smiled. -Why didn't you ever tell me? -she whimpered. -He took her left hand, palm facing up, his eyes met Joss's curiously, he passed his right hand from right to left and when he did the reverse, a red rose appeared there. Joss was stunned, Leonel took the rose and passed the petals of it on Joss's lips - I love you - he repeated and kissed her, wrapped her waist and glued her to his body and deepened the kiss while the smell of the rose embraced them in the air.