Love Story Rose Novels & Stories

However, before the food was served, the waiter brought over a bouquet of red roses. "This is for Ms. Stafford, sent by one Mr. Pennington in congratulations for the successful art exhibition." Heather did not take the flowers. She told the waiter to send them back. "Tell Mr. Pennington that I don't like red roses." Red roses were Anne's favorite, not hers. She only liked pink ones.

It’s actually an interesting story, I thought. “His blood flowing in the pond carried the rose till the centre of the pond, but before he could see the rose reaching the other side, he took his last breath. Dharma was shattered at her lover’s death and she dived into the pond, swimming to the rose. She glanced at Karma for one last time before submerging herself in the pond. Some say she died, some say their souls united in the middle of the pond and some say they would never meet again, so their heavenly souls fulfil wishes of the couples who wish upon a rose together. This chance is given to the couple whose rose reaches the centre of the pond first.”

“Ever since the day I met you, you pierced my heart and I was never the same again. Your whole existence struck me. Everything that happened wasn't easy to handle, I admit, but there's no way I'm giving up just because it's hard. Because it's worth it Rosalie, we're worth it.” By the time Arnold finishes what he's saying, Rosa's tears are already falling. No, not out of pain or agony but for the first time, she's crying because the happiness and joy she feels can't be contained. “I love you.” she whispers, making Arnold to smile with the most of care in his eyes and wipes her tears away. He leans down and claims her lips and it doesn't take long for her to respond and kiss him back. The kiss

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

"Rosette, you are who you are and who you want to be. Don't let anyone aside from you tell you who you are and make you doubt yourself. Be strong in your perception about yourself, Rosette. Always." I swallowed, tears clogging my throat. Was it possible to love him anymore than I already did? "I love you, Felix." "I love you too, Rosie. Now is that idiot by any chance a curly haired blond?" My mouth dropped open, how on earth did he know? "How...?" "Seems like he's the one. It's Jason Clove, he was an absolute jerk when he was still here, was your senior,and he liked you. Had a crush on you and...

She looked at me as if I were just an acquaintance. I looked at her in silence for a moment, then I couldn't help but ask: "Is Vincent the person you fell in love with?” Rose’s expression did not change when she heard my question. Instead, she turned her head to take a look at Vincent and looked at me with a smile. She admitted outright: "Yes, he is. We belong to the same breed and can fight side by side. We are the perfect couple since we understand each other so well. We are the most appropriate partner for each other."

They seemed to express that I didn't want him anymore. Facing 50 acres of land, Jeffrey finally realized that I, like these departed roses, would not return. The roses had been given to another woman by him casually, and its owner would not return because of himself. I would no longer plant flowers for him. He would never see me holding roses and asking him, "The roses are ripe. When are we going to get married?" He realized that roses had feelings too. I was willing to be trapped in a greenhouse by him because of my love for him.

The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.

From the moment I saw her I had fallen in love with her. It was crazy to me that with one look, I had fallen in love. Before my parents died, they told me about how strong the bond was. I had also heard it from others, but I always thought they were exaggerating the effect of the bond. Now I know they were telling the truth. All I saw now was Rose. All I needed was Rose. Thinking about all the women I had been with made me feel sick to my stomach. I was a fool. I felt like I betrayed my beloved.

Enough to fill the space with color and scent, the deep red catching against the dim light of the bar. They moved straight to the counter. “Delivery for Rose Rainer,” the first one said. “Can you sign?” Rose stared at them for half a second. “Yeah. That’s me.” She signed. “Where do you want them?” She glanced at the growing mass of roses, then gave a small shake of her head. “Anywhere they fit.” A card was placed in her hand. She opened it. Wild Rose. See you tonight. K. Vivian let out a sound somewhere between a squeal and a gasp.