Novel & Cerita Poor Man's Rose

And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground. "E-Eric… let go… I can't breathe…" Eric looked down at her, his handsome face gradually souring. "Did you forget, Layla, that the perfume you're using is Avril's favorite scent, with the main ingredient being rose oil? I bought her many bottles of rose perfume in the past because of how much she likes the scent of roses. I'd just forgotten about it later on…" Eric suddenly let out a self-deprecating laugh. Indeed, he'd forgotten too many things.

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

On seeing this rose, I just thought about my past. Time stopped. One day, David gave me a rose plant because he knew how much I loved roses. And then he said: "If I gave you a rose, then it would wither in just 2 or 3 days and I would never want that thing, which is the same as the name of my beautiful sister, to become rotten. That's why I brought the whole plant for you. And I know that you take good care of it. And will never let it wither."

Romeo spent the next few days idling around P city and meeting some old friends. During these days, he thought back on the time he had met Rose for the first time. Romeo was in his mid-twenties and was pretending to be a rich posh man to con a wealthy woman into marrying him, which would, in turn, guarantee his carefree rich life. He was okay-looking, good at his game, and knew how to bend things to his advantage. He met a meek but sexy-looking Rose in her late teens who, unbeknownst to him, was doing the same thing.

"I'll appreciate it if you can stop flirting with this incompetent bastard and go to the garden to fetch me some swiss chard. I know for a fact that Alpha Alexios grows those." I got to it immediately. The garden was behind the mansion. It was relatively easy for me to find. The garden stood in a near distance behind a pickled white fence. It was always a shade brighter than anything of color that existed around the house. The buttercups were gold and the rose bushes bled a pale but beautiful pink. The roses were what unfortunately caught my attention. They were a different color from anything I had ever seen and having grown up with a mother who was obsessed with flowers, I knew I could not

After the drive of around an hour, Rose asked him to stop the car at the side of an extremely busy road. “Why here?” Alex looks around it’s a busy street of shopping with street kinds of stuff. He never shopped anything from the roadside, he has a habit of shopping from big malls, branded and flagship stores. He has never been in such a place, which is tacky, according to him. Even Rose also brought up in an influential society like a princess. She also never used to roam around such roads. Until she wasn’t encountered the hardest phase of her life at the age of 15 years. When her rich father died, she had to face problems of poverty.

But impatiently, repeatedly, until the owner—a middle-aged man with tired eyes and an even more exhausted expression—comes to the entrance, unlocking it with a sigh. “We’re closed,” he starts, but Rosalina beams at him like he just announced the greatest news in the world. “Just for a little bit,” she pleads. “Please?” The man hesitates, eyes flicking to me. Recognition sparks in his gaze, followed quickly by unease. Good. He should be uneasy. He should tell her no and send us away. But he doesn’t. Because she’s smiling. And she’s drunk. And people like him always underestimate girls like her.

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."

"Aster Ducant! I have never liked roses from the very start!" Carina hadn't wanted to say those words to him, but she had lost all patience with him. She gave him a hard look and said, "Roses are too expensive, too delicate, and too capricious! I can't afford to keep them, and I certainly wouldn't dare to keep them!" Aster's face slowly fell when he heard the iciness dripping from Carina's tone. He couldn't keep the smile on his face any longer. "I am just a regular person. In fact, I come from a very poor background. I have no money and no energy to take care of such delicate flowers!

Not with us yelling so our voice could cover the insane crowd noise. With a quick scan at the guy, black jersey like the black and gold player’s jersey, ripped-muscled legs and arms, I realized he is the footballer I claimed I recognized. He is Balorz, David’s friend. “You are Balorz,” I said. No way I could twist this around. “I am Balorz,” he confirmed, smiling. “Sorry. I should have been honest with you. I just don’t want to sound like a novice.” “No, it’s alright. I like you. You’re funny.”