Ohshc Roses Novels & Stories

“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

Rosa turned from the stove and froze. “Madre de Dios,” she murmured, eyes widening. “You look terrible, child.” Before I could speak, she crossed the room and pressed her cool palm to my forehead. “You are burning up.” “I’m fine, Rosa,” I said quickly. “You are not fine. You are sweating and cold at the same time.” She touched my cheek gently. “Sit down.” I obeyed and sank into the chair. She moved around the kitchen with calm efficiency, filling the kettle and adding dried hibiscus petals to a small pot. Deep red color soon bloomed in the steaming water.

Martinez's POV The sweet, heavy scent of Seraphina’s floral perfume inside the dark foyer made my blood turn to ice. My grip on Rodah tightened instinctively, her soft body pressed hard against my chest. I scanned the shadows of the main hall, my hand already resting on the grip of my Glock, but there was no sound. No ambush. Just the lingering stench of a ghost who had already probably left the scene.

He stayed in the car and waited. Holding a bouquet of white roses, Daisy slowly walked through rows of gravestones until she stopped in front of the one tucked away in the farthest corner. The stone bore only Dario's name and the years of his birth and death. In the photograph, he had on a black suit. His distinct features were exactly the same as the first time Daisy had met him. She placed the white roses in front of the gravestone and stood there silently for a long time. Finally, she said softly, "When I said I wouldn't forgive you, I meant it. But I don't hate you anymore either. Rest in peace."

“Come on, man. Rosa’s looking hot tonight. She keeps smiling at you, and you’ve only got eyes for your beer.” Rome looked over at Rosa. She was hot. Long, red hair, and legs that never ended. She was definitely someone he’d be interested in getting to know better--if it weren’t for that phone call earlier. All he could think about was Ella. He’d even looked around the club, wondering if any of these girls could be her. But none of them looked like the picture he had of her in his mind. Dark hair, wide eyes, a beautiful smile…. No, he had a feeling his Ella wasn’t here tonight. “You should at least get up and dance,” Bart said, nudging him with his shoulder. “I need a wingman.”

And as usual when I get up from bed I get the urge to vomit but thanks to Dadi I have now remedy for it. I brush my teeth, wash up and get ready in royal blue and pink colored lehenga and wear simple jewelry and the necklace which Rudra gifted me in Parvatha. I eat some amla from one of the box to control my nausea a bit as I go to ring the bell to call Hira. But before I can do that Rudra comes in the room and he has a single red rose in his hand. He looks at me with sweetest smile and comes towards me.

I clap with my hands when Chris finds the perfect spot on the bed for the bouquet of roses. I look around myself in complete satisfaction with my genius brain. I ordered 501 roses. Half red, half white. Put them in perfect order around Abigail's bed and ordered another bouquet of 101 roses to lay on the bed. It's just perfect. The strong scent of roses is suffocating, but it looks awesome! God helps the people who will clean after, though. And not only this, but I scattered rose petals from the front door to the bed. Too cheesy, you may say, but I find it romantic.

Towering trees formed a majestic canopy overhead, their branches reaching towards the sky, while delicate flowers carpeted the ground below in a riot of hues. As they ventured deeper into this enchanting oasis, their senses were captivated by the sweet scent of blooming roses, their petals unfurling like delicate kisses. The vibrant reds, pinks, and whites of the roses stood out against the lush greenery, adding splashes of romance to the scene. Amidst the roses, graceful lilies stood tall, their pure white blossoms exuding elegance and serenity.