Ohshc Roses Novels & Stories

I give them to her. "I love roses but the fact you brought the red ones scores you another point in my book." she smells them. "Good to know that." I grin. "But you know you needn't have brought them anyway." she stares. "I wanted to." I reply. I was passing this flower shop when I saw these good looking roses. My mind immediately went to Della and I knew I had to get her a bouquet. "Okay. A minute, I need to put these in a vase." I wait for her from outside before she returns all set. We get inside the car and I fire the engine to the busy street.

Like the house itself didn’t want me here. That’s when I saw it. A single white rose. Placed at the center of the hallway rug. No vase. No note. Just lying there, too perfect. Too intentional. I bent down to touch it, then stopped. Something about the way it was arranged, petals facing me like a pair of open eyes, made my skin crawl. And the scent… Not floral. Not soft. Smoke. I turned around and realized the faintest wisp of it was curling out from under a door halfway down the hall.

I found something else too. Oscala was clipping roses, placing them on the ground and creating a rectangle. I hid behind a bush and I watched him. Oscala had chosen a fine silk robe with a vertical golden strip running from his shoulder to the hem of his gown. His slender, fingers gently caressed the stem of the roses before he cut them tenderly. Then he glided slowly to the rose bed and put it in place. His presence, his grace, his elegance… it was breathtaking and enchanting like the design he had made. The rectangular rode frame looked more beautiful than my bed. To be honest I wanted to stare a little more but I had no time. I came up to him and gave him the thin bed sheets. He placed it

Or if she wanted him to show up. She hopped into her bathtub and soaked her skin in the lavender scent bubble bath. Small petals of red roses were scattered in the water to increase the pungency of the fragrance. Her nostrils were always addicted to fragrance and that was Rose's specialty. Her skin was being soothed like an oil massage and Rose had her head against the edge of the tub to soak her whole body even more into the tub.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Valentine spent a thousand pounds of gold to buy a bunch of roses, which were so romantic that no one could match. In the contents of the live broadcast, the ugly looking Cerys took out an advertisement from her dojo and inserted it directly into the middle of the large bunch of roses. She then crossed her legs and sat down. The contents on the advertisement were: "Roses for sale at a special price, 20 dollars for a bunch. Come as fast as possible if you want to buy them." Beau: "..."

She believes she is successful in making some progress with it. "You are very young my child. And you have your whole life awaiting you with blissful events. Trust me on this." Agatha placed a small kiss on her forehead affectionately earning a subtle smile from her. Rose made themselves a pistachio latte and brought it to the backyard garden. She had grown various flowers like chrysanthemums, lilies, orchids and some pink tulips in there. Agatha, being a flower shop owner, and Rose, a lover of plants, were a golden match indeed. Agatha's small flower shop has increased its sales rapidly with the help of Rose's dedication and knowledge behind the curtains. Everyone around Rose is to be benef

" There were plenty of flower shops along the way, but none of them satisfied Willow. Eventually, she picked a store that looked clean and pretty and had beautifully wrapped flowers. Willow stepped inside. The shop owner greeted her with a smile. "What kind of flowers do you want to buy, kid?" "Roses!" Willow declared boldly. She heard that roses symbolized love. If she gave roses to her parents, they would surely understand just how much she loved them. The shop owner led her to the roses. "You can choose the roses, kid." "Thank you." Willow watched carefully from the side. There were different colors of roses—white ones, red ones, and even roses that gradually transitioned from white to bl

Roxanne amusingly grinned as she felt the difference between the roses and the other roses everyone knew about. “Why?” Sonia wondered. “These roses belonged to the Escoffier. It was a medicine and a protection, but it could be a poison if misused or mistreated.” Roxanne answered as she gently touched the rose, which almost made some servants stop her, but realizing it was my wife, they respectfully bowed—they knew Roxanne’s connection to them. “I see. Shall we add a stone tablet explaining the unique features of the roses here?” I suggested, catching their attention, and I shrugged my shoulders.

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.