Novel & Cerita Roses Are Red

The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection. Kaia, surprised and touched by Beau's whimsical move, accepted the rose with a radiant smile. The exchange added a unique and personal touch to their union, creating a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of all who witnessed it. The red rose, now a part of their shared narrative, became a poignant symbol of the spontaneity and romance woven into the fabric of their love story.

Since then, Theo and I have had numerous arguments. There was a time I wandered into the garden and was captivated by the roses, heavy with blooms. Red roses are my weakness, and they were so vibrant and full that I couldn't resist picking a few. It was too late when the gardener stopped me, warning that I'd be in trouble because those roses were off-limits. He told me they had belonged to Theo’s late mother, planted in her memory, and he had forbidden anyone from picking them.

The scent of the boquet—it smells fresh—as if it was only picked early this morning. “Red roses symbolize deep love, respect, and devotion.” he said as he kiss the back of my hand “The number of roses also conveys specific messages. Twelve roses means 'Be mine'.” My brows furrowed as I heard what he said. Is he attempting to coax me? He should try harder. I won't easily fall for his traps. I planned much more reliable traps than the traps he set. “How about we go out on a date?” he said in a bright smile

He's calling. "Hello, Ophelia..." His voice came out soft. "Hi, Damien..." I wasn't sure if asking about the flowers was the right thing to do. I could ask and end up making things awkward between us. Perhaps, the package was from someone else trying to use his name... But, that doesn't make sense at all. "Did you like the flowers? I remember you telling me you like red roses" "You really sent me flowers?" There was a brief pause from him, then he said... "Of course, Ophelia. Roses are pretty good to start your day. Do you know what the red rose symbolizes?"

* I came out of my memory with a tear rolling down my cheek, I quickly wiped it away. I was sitting in my desk chair because of course I'm at the club. I looked at my phone one more time, looking at my little roses profile. I made a promise to her right then and now, I will protect you this I can promise. Knowing how close she is to my club which has cameras all over it, I watched them very closely to make sure she was not harmed by the man that killed my dad.

She says formally. I let her in. She stopped when she saw the inside of our living room. "Oh. I see." She stared at me. I know she noticed the swelling in my eye. "Do you know that red roses symbolize eternal love? A kind of love that will conquer all. There's an ancient belief that when you have a teddy bear, he's your protector-" "What do you need, Miss Angeles." I Frankly say.

Xander, who had been frozen in front of the entrance, walked over to Rose and handed her his share of loaf. Thea looked at the one third loaf in her hands and chewed the hard bread slowly. The food in her mouth tasted like sand. She saw Rose wince every time the piece of loaf slipped into her mouth. Thea had to give a thumbs up at Rose who completely ignored Odger's words as she expected. With hair almost the same color as Thea, flowing long and beautiful with clear green eyes, Rose did look like a princess compared to Thea who had short unkempt hair and red-brown eyes.

What fucking bullshit is the Shit Witch going to throw at me now? “Bum bum bum bum. Painting the roses red. We’re painting the roses red. We dare not stop, or waste a drop. So let the paint be spread. We’re painting the roses reeeed. We’re painting the roses red. Oh, painting the roses red. And many a tear be shed, because we know, they’ll cease to grow. In fact, they’ll soon be dead. NOOOOO… And yet we go ahead, painting the roses red. Painting the roses red. We’re painting the roses red.” A trio of voices sang as I saw shadows of you guess it PLAYING CARDS! “OH FUCK NO! I’ll kill them all!” I clenched my hands into fists, pocketing the watch for the moment.

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."