Love Is A Rose Novels & Stories

And in that moment, what had he been thinking? He had been thinking that he would guard her forever—through fading youth, through the erosion of time. That even when no one else remembered her radiance, he would still be there, the only one left to admire the strength and grace beneath every wrinkle that would someday touch her face. "Even then, I knew you were destined to live in the light… to be shared with the world. Over the years, I've only loved you. No one else. You're the only rose that makes my heart bloom."

And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground. "E-Eric… let go… I can't breathe…" Eric looked down at her, his handsome face gradually souring. "Did you forget, Layla, that the perfume you're using is Avril's favorite scent, with the main ingredient being rose oil? I bought her many bottles of rose perfume in the past because of how much she likes the scent of roses. I'd just forgotten about it later on…" Eric suddenly let out a self-deprecating laugh. Indeed, he'd forgotten too many things.

Tears rolled down her cheeks thinking about this. Roman stopped before her. "I got you red roses because they're said to be the most beautiful type of Rose but I know that isn't true because you're the most beautiful type of Rose. You're kind, caring, loving and so beautiful. I love how you treat people and how disciplined you are. Most of all, you're perfect, Rose. " Roman gave her the flowers. Rose collected the flowers and took a deep breath, taking in the nice scent of the flower. "I love you, Rose." Roman knew he had to say this sooner or later. Saying it felt like a burden had been taken down from his shoulders. He had those words in his chest and he knew he had to get it out someway.

, Shaurya stated in all seriousness but his words made Jiya blushed shyly and looked down at the roses. A rose was not just a flower, it was a symbol of pure love and affection that Shaurya and Jiya both had for each other. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

I smiled. Rose had mud covering her clothes, with splashes of water on her top as well. "You should change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." She nodded with a sheepish smile, "I went to collect water from the river but slipped over the rock and fell." I paused but continued stirring again...the river. "Can you add the final petals and stir this? I have some work to do." Rose looked at me in shock and to my surprise, she shook her head in a no immediately, "I can't do that, you shall always complete your work other..."

Something so ugly and uncomfortable. “There is a rose in the middle of the chaos,” Sia said, her voice soft but piercing as she looked at the painting again. “Do you know what it symbolizes?” “Beauty?” he ventured cautiously. Sia turned to him with a small, knowing smile. “Close. It is love. The artist created a scenario where love is akin to war—devastating, all-consuming, and yet strangely beautiful. The rose is a symbol of love that stands amidst the destruction, all alone, left to bear the consequences.”

"This is enough. I'm afraid that if I love him, it will be a disaster for my own feelings." At the point of feeling almost exhausted, Rose complained that love was always ambiguous. She already had the ingredients and the fire, just not sure how to make it all burn. "I think I should go back, Rayes. My clothes are full of dirt." Rose got up, ready to leave the mound of dirt before something large, wrapped in black plastic, rolled towards her. Rose's eyebrows knitted together to find Esmeralda the culprit behind what seemed to be a very difficult husky to control.

I whisper again, hugging him tightly, trembling in his lap. He holds me, feeling me tremble against him. “I love you more,” he whispers against my hair. “I love you more than the ocean loves its waves. More than the trees love their roots, their struggle to hold fast against storms. More than the stars love the night sky, scattered and eternal. I love you more than the world loves its fragile heartbeats, its broken, fleeting moments. You are mine, Rose… more than anything has ever been mine, and I will never let you go.”

' He asked interestedly. 'Rose is a symbol of love, because of the beauty that makes everyone loves it, yet the thrones are it is bestowed with thrones to protect it from those who want to pluck it. It's just like us who often ignore our surroundings and showing our beauty to our surroundings though paradoxically we only care about our dearest ones. To put it simply, the rose is like me who always ignore everyone and love you only.' Bunga explained. 'Then, what about the color?' Alfi asked.

Not just telling them about it, I was going to have to show them daily just how much in love with them I am. "This rose signifies our love for you. You may not love us yet, and it's fine. We are not going to force you to fall for us, but we will at least ask you to give us a try, to try to open your heart to us. I love you, Precious." Although he had told me this before, I still felt my breath hitch. Those three magical words were doing something in my tummy, and just like a tornado, my tears fell down my face.