Pulang Rosas Novels & Stories

I rasp painfully. I unzip the dress lowering it off her body. I have seen her half naked times before but her body never ceases to amaze me. She is very beautiful. I thank God the dress is braless because when I notice her perky dusty rose nipples calling out to me, I don't waste time.

***** Roen's Palace: Queen Rosa stood up from the ground and went over to her flowers, picking a blue rose. She held it in the air and started whispering some strange words and the rose left her hands and started floating in the air, spinning around in the air. The rose petals started removing by itself and began forming circle. It started growing bigger and bigger until it was like the size of a portal.

Crystal turned to Gilang and smiled, Gilang brought crystal into the flower shop and ordered a bouquet of red roses. "Yes, sir," said the officer there. "Why do you buy so many roses?"Asks crystal. "I want you to lose your first love, always remember me. "It's just me," replied Gilly. Crystal smiled "this is a pack of a bouquet of red roses" said the employee while giving to Gilang, Gilang received it and took out his credit card to pay for it. "Thank you" said the employee while giving Kemabli Gilang credit card. As they walked out, crystal reached out her hand and asked, "you didn't give that to me?"

She looked like a princess from a fairy tale. "Hadar wouldn't be able to stop himself after seeing you," Istas teased, arranging the flowers. Rosa blushed. If only she knew, just how impatient she was. She couldn't wait to be with him. Her bed had been cold for so long, her heart and body had begun to rebel. But now the drought was finally over. He was coming. "Let's see,' she replied, flashing a sly grin. She wouldn't let him have her so easily. The hairstyle had added to her beauty and not a single hair was out of place. And the flowers were icing on the cake. Rosa was mighty impressed.

The delivery personnel announced loudly, “These roses are from Mr. Samuel Hayes of the Hayes Group, sent to Miss Cynthia Rivera to congratulate her on the successful completion of her debut film.” Samuel Hayes, the young master of the Hayes Group, sent these roses to celebrate Miss Cynthia's first film project. Thalia was the first to excitedly scream, “Young Master Hayes has sent roses! How romantic!” Fanny followed, exclaiming, “Oh my gosh, I love the crimson roses! They’re so beautiful.” The delivery personnel continued to transport roses back and forth, creating a continuous flow. Before long, the entire set was covered in roses. The sweet fragrance of the roses filled the air, their red

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.

Pink multiflora roses represented purity, while burgundy red ones symbolized the vow of unwavering love. Both types of roses embodied her longing to remain forever united with Cedric, the only person she wished to be with. Observing discreetly, the waitress quickly left to spare herself the discomfort of intruding on their intimate moment. Cedric navigated through the sea of flowers, his strides bringing him to her side. "These roses were all air-shipped from Gallia. Do you like them?" Her racing heart suddenly calmed down at his words, and Sophie looked up and met his gaze directly. "Did you really go to Gallia?"

I said but as I looked down at the bouquet, my throat closed up when I noticed that it was red roses. My mind immediately flashed to the red roses that my stalker sent to my house the other day and I broke out in cold sweat. “You like red roses right?” Rosa asked, her voice coming to me from somewhere that seemed far away instead of next to me. I clenched my teeth together and forced myself to nod. “Yes, of course,” I answered curtly. The tension etched on Rosa's face visibly relaxed. “Thank God,” she breathed. “I had initially ordered some sunflowers but they got sold out before I could finalize my payment this morning.”

I smiled and held it to raise my eyes evenly red with this rose. It’s not bad to make my symbolism sharp arrows again. Where on the night most awaited of all, my rose will kill the life of whoever hurts my loved one. Cluster of bloody roses in cluster of sharp arrows that will soon be covered with blood. Wait for the return of the dear princess with her lifelong symbolism that I will embrace until death.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.