Ohshc Roses Novels & Stories

Patrick went downstairs and met Irene at garden, she was planting some seeds and transplanting some flowers. "Do you need help with that Mrs Ross?? Patrick asked as he rolled up his sleeves. "I wouldn't mind some help." Irene said with a smile Unlike her husband Kel, Irene loved to know people before she judged if they were good or bad. Patrick helped her plant some more seeds, watered some flowers and then removed some weeds. They really didn't do much, The Rosses already had a gardener but Irene still loved to do some gardening once in a while.

One of the few pure waiters at Happy Hill is Louis. Moving on to the final category, which is also the highest class of them - "the king of rosehip flowers" or "the rosehip king". The "rosehip king" is a class of waiters that is above the common waiters and "rosehip waiters" due to the fact that they have a more regal and sexy appearance. Not even the word, "handsome," can adequately convey their appearance. Patrons must pay a very high price in order to enter the wine room of these rosehip kings. Additionally, due to the limited number of these kings, guests must reserve a room in advance if they want to drink with them.

He raised his head to look at her, like he was surprised to see her there. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She’d asked as she tried to pry open his fist. He’d let her, opened it up easily and let her take the rose from his now bloody palm, the flower fell to the floor. “Shit!” She exclaimed as pulled up the hem of her oversized t-shirt and proceeded to clean the blood from his palm. “Are you insane?” she whipped her head up to look at him “Why would you hold a rose that way, didn’t you ever learn that you have to avoid the thorns?”

Igna cocked her furry head as she lay on her belly and stretched, closing her eyes and going silent before the image disappeared, leaving the omega alone in her mind again. Axe looked up finding the greenhouse surrounded by roses everywhere, his heart beat a little at the sight of them, because, they were not red, not even white, but rather a strange combination of both colors in gradient, like when you want to paint something and suddenly you run out of material, he touched one walking towards the place, bending down and inhaling for the scent, being powerful and strange. Even for wolves many flowers had no scent beyond the typical forest, fresh or something like that, roses included, he tr

"O-Oh God..." I can't believe this. Rozzean is looking at me. He's smiling... He's holding a bouquet of red roses!

Roseline Palmer: Roseline Palmer is a determined and ambitious young woman with expressive hazel eyes. Her long and graceful Chestnut hair, adding to her approachable charm. Standing at an average height of 5"8, she exudes confidence and resilience. She normally dresses like a smart secretary during work and casual baggy clothing in her private hours. She loves fruits and dislikes excessive wastage of good food, she's the submissive type and extremely daring when angered. Roseline's POV

“Do you like it?” Henry asked Roxanne in a deep husky voice. When Roxanne stepped out of the mall, she gasped at what was in front of her. Henry was perched on the red dazzling Ferrari. It was filled with beautiful, deeply cupped double blossoms which had a vibrant ombre pink to apricot colour. These unique roses stood out and made the car look all the more beautiful. In addition, they emitted an intense sweet fragrance that surrounded the place.

“Cousin, stop fidgeting. Let me help you.” I have grown more comfortable around him since we all joined together with Rosie. Yes, he’s still a jerk, but he is also family. “There,” he pats me on the shoulder after adjusting my collar. “Let’s not keep her waiting, shall we?" Together, with my cousin at my back, we walk down the stairs into my living room where the rest of our guests are waiting. Every surface has been covered in roses of every imaginable color, harvested from Evander’s gardens, both on Terra and in Tara, a mixture of magical and traditional blooms--just like our Rosie, they are a mix of everything.

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

And this rose garden rekindled her ambition to start that business. “Damask rose is a symbol of love and beauty, with a romantic implication.” Kira's eyes shone brightly, her understanding of roses was deep, “Damask rose oil is precious, it’s beneficial for both body and mind. It’s expensive to import, but few places in the country grow this type of rose. Since you have this resource, I sincerely hope we can form a strategic partnership. You provide the roses and I’ll add value to them. If you collaborate with me, this rose garden can turn into something more than just a sightseeing spot. In the future, it can benefit women all over the country, become a brand that women love to pursue, and