Roses Are Red Novels & Stories

A sound he hasn't heard in about four months, a sound only heard in some other strand of reality he cannot quite remember. He had to see more. He felt more before he could see it. A distinct sting in one of his arms, but it faded within mere seconds. His feet planted into the area he conquered with each stunted step. The closer he got, the stronger the red was. Though, he couldn't for the life of him describe what red was. It was a feeling, a taste, a smell, just, everything. Roses. That was one of the first things he noticed as he reached two feet behind him. It was an irrefutable fact. Red roses.

I give them to her. "I love roses but the fact you brought the red ones scores you another point in my book." she smells them. "Good to know that." I grin. "But you know you needn't have brought them anyway." she stares. "I wanted to." I reply. I was passing this flower shop when I saw these good looking roses. My mind immediately went to Della and I knew I had to get her a bouquet. "Okay. A minute, I need to put these in a vase." I wait for her from outside before she returns all set. We get inside the car and I fire the engine to the busy street.

He retorted knowing too well what those pretty roses symbolize. "Alright!" Emma replied but frowned, finding it a bit weird. The Red rose is the flower of love. If these flowers aren't for his lover, then for whom was he getting the bouquet prepared with such diligence? Emma wondered oblivious of the fact that he was doing it for her only. He believed in putting effort into the things he wants. And he truly wanted her. Shaking her head lightly, Emma began cutting the stems and arranging the flowers, and once done, she wrapped them in a subtle pink paper while he walked and stood beside the rose plant.

he announced, smiling freely. "W-what? These three red roses are for me, huh?" I asked. "What comes to your mind and you decided to give me these three red roses? What's the occasion, huh? It's not even valentine's day or my birthday." He chuckled. "The three red roses are for you, sweetie. I know that it's not valentine's day yet, or even your birthday, but I want to give these roses for you. Don't be confused, it's for you."

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“Err... Okay, Sir. What color of roses would you like?” “What? They have colors now?” Damn it! I thought they only came in red! What does Gabby even like? I already sent her a red rose earlier—what if she’s tired of that color? What am I supposed to do now? “Yes, Sir. We have a complete selection—red, pink, orange, white, lavender, blue, and yellow roses.” “Damn!” I cursed. There are that many kinds of roses?! The only one I knew was red! Damn it! Why does courting a girl have to involve flowers anyway? This is riling me up! “Deliver every kind of rose you have there.”

“Tease.” Rojean laughed, happy that she still makes him feel that way- kind of embarrassed though glad at the same time. “Why? Are you getting distracted?” she asked, repeating the same motion with her hips whilst looking directly into his eyes as if seducing him. “Of course, it’s really distracting.” Lucas smiled before pinching her chin. “But I’m still upset with you.” “You are?” she asked with a grin on her face. “Why don’t I make it up to you then?”

Alec couldn’t speak in too much irritation and probably, anger. His eyes were so red, like the color of evil itself. The color of blood and war. The color of death. Yes, red can symbolize love like that of a rose. But it could symbolize many things such as what I have mentioned already.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish