Poor Man's Rose Novels & Stories

And in the very center, on a stone plinth, stood a statue of a woman, her features smoothed by rain and lichen, one hand extended as if offering a gift long since lost. But it was the roses that stole her breath. Ancient, gnarled climbers, thick as her wrist, rambled over the walls and up the statue’s plinth. They were not the carefully bred hybrids of modern gardens, but old, almost forgotten varieties. Their blooms were smaller, their scent richer, deeper. Here, a profusion of soft, blushing pink. There, a cluster of deep, velvety crimson. They had fought for light and life without any human help, and their victory was breathtaking.

I look behind her, but she is alone. "Can I?" she asks me, suggesting that she wants to enter my house. I just motion her to enter and lead her to our tiny kitchen. "What do you want , Rose?" I ask her directly while she is staring at my tea cups. It smells fantastic, I know. I picked up the wild flowers for this tea. It is free of charge and healthier. I just motion her to take the cup of tea and she is doing it in the next second. And so the rich people eat at the table of the poor ones.

My curious eyes then wander to the roses in the garden "What type of roses are these?" "Those are Victor Hugo Roses, one of the most beautiful breeds of roses" he answered and smiled at me, he pulled out one rose and gave it to me "This is a welcome gift to becoming our new landlady, you do own the land anyway so the soil that is used to grow these flowers are yours too" I grinned at the old man and happily accepted the pretty rose that was given to me "Thank you"

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

Call me if you miss me]. Rose pushed the paper away. "An old-fashioned rich man who still keeps manual money," she grumbled "He's overconfident. I can't possibly miss him. You'll see, you'll find me first!" Rose continued to herself in the middle of picking up the red box she had put down. All of Theo's gifts would be kept in a drawer. Especially the jewelry package he had given her. Rose didn't dare and didn't feel at all fit to wear expensive diamonds. She was just a woman working as a prostitute. Theo shouldn't have given her such expensive things.

Every tiny step was growing her a new enemy without any sense for her to feel it. Pacing away, the little rose arrived near the walls of the garden she said, putting her soft hand on the rough wall, "I will use this wall and return" While walking she saw a herb of the iris. She stopped near it and said happily "I shall pick some flowers for Mommy" She began to pluck. Just on the opposite side of the wall, three distance away, four men were standing near a car. One man said, "So the man of the richest family is not yet, ready to give back the money".

So when she had asked me to go out and enjoy a normal life, she truly meant it innocently, without any hidden agenda, right? "They're indeed rare," I said, standing up. "I bought them from Noeland, a land of endless sand and raging storms." "Noeland? Then they must be very expensive. What should I do? I couldn't stop myself from—" She paused, choking on the realization that she might have done something truly harmful. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and her eyes shimmered with worry. I sighed and gently took one of the roses from her. "They're called Pheromone Roses in many places."

"Last night, you fainted because the dress was too small for your body, Miss." "Is that so?" "What a fool. I already gave her a loose T-shirt and pants earlier," Antonio sneered, exhaling the smoke from his cigarette into the air. "Change quickly and don't inconvenience us." In the end, all Rose could do was snort and then return to the room, undressing herself again to put on the loose-fitting T-shirt that matched the loose pants. The clothes were very ugly and uncomfortable to wear because they were too big, but Rose had no other choice but to wear them. She also didn't want to suddenly arouse the desires of the two men and become their prey here. Even though she was now a wretched woman w

The lavish decorations, the rose petals strewn all over the place, and the magnificent photo of her and Liam hanging on the wall of the living room. "My goodness! Only King Pendragon would be capable of something like this! How generous of him to give a mansion of this size as a wedding gift?" "Look at those rose petals! These aren't normal roses, you know. They're a special species called the Sovereign Rose, and are among the most expensive roses in the world! A single petal costs thousands of dollars!" "Goodness! There are too many petals to count here, it must have cost a fortune! I'm so jealous of Celena!"

"How do you know the names of all of them?" Amy asked. "I grew up as a daughter of a horticulturist," she answered with a proud grin. "I see." Amy said. They continued to walk through the town until Amy spotted a bright pink rose. Its design was quite unique. She had never seen a rose of its kind. "I can see you fancy that one," a guttural voice said coming from beside her. She turned to see who it was and was stunned to see a lean young man with a smile plastered on his face and his hands pocketed in his pants. "Excuse me?" Amy asked. "You like that one don't you?" He questioned.