Novel & Cerita Roses Are Red

My beautiful, unique rose. - - - - - -

оnе perfect rеd rоѕе on thе ѕmаllеѕt оf mу rosebushes. Taking her hаnd we wаlkеd оvеr tо thе bush, аnd thеn I сut thе rose from it wіth mу росkеtknіfе, rеmоvіng the thоrnѕ. Turnіng tо her, I рlасеd thе rеd rоѕе іn hеr hair and kіѕѕеd hеr сhееk.

“If you like it, I can buy one for you now. It’s just that this bouquet isn’t for you.” Madeline raised her eyebrows, pretending to be displeased. “Don’t tell me this is for Meredith? Red roses represent love. You indeed still love her.” “Are you jealous?” Jeremy smiled, locking his gaze on Madeline as it suddenly became serious. “Red roses represent love, but do you know what red roses and the number of them represent?” Upon hearing this, Madeline looked uncertainly at the large bouquet of roses. ‘There are about 99 flowers here, right?

I see that they have different colors of roses. "Great question, I like red roses. How about you?" He simply answers and asks me. "Why, why do you like red roses?" I ask him. "Answer my question first, Joenabell." I shake my head without leaving my eyes to the beautiful flowers. "They symbolize passion, love, beauty, and perfection," he replies to me effortlessly. "They have thorns. No matter how perfect it looks like. Roses can never leave without a bad impression to me, " I start rambling by myself.

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.”

Some stared at her quizzically with hundreds of questions running through their minds while the others simply smiled back and wished her a good day. "You can't go in Red." Rose told her for the umpteenth time while tapping rapidly on the keyboard placed on her table. "Why?" Red asked again for whatever time, Rose had lost count. She shifted her gaze from the monitor's screen to Red's face, "He doesn't want you in there, dear." She told her, "After what you did the last time, He wished you got shipped off to Antarctica." "What did I do that's so bad?" Red pouted and Rose stared at her wide eyed.

, Aarya answered her and her heart did summer sault inside her chest. "Why do you only like red-colored roses?", Mohini smiled and asked him as her fingertips touched the soft petals of roses and inhaled the sweet rosy fragrance of it. "Because Red is the colour of Blood. Blood stands for REVENGE, PURITY, DESTRUCTION, BROTHERLY LOVE, VOWS, PROTECTION AND DARE", Aarya said as he wanted to tell her about Lucifer but seeing her expressions stopped him. Mohini froze before giving me an incredulous look, mixed with fear, "B-blood?"

The only thing that he got was one petal. I was over the moon when I received that. Because out of all the grand gifts that I received that day, I know that Themis' gift was the one I was always waiting for. No matter what it is, I will be happy as long as it's from him. "Belle, do you know what a red rose symbolizes?" Themis asked me one night while we were in the garden. I looked at him. "What?" "It symbolizes beauty, passion, and love. And when someone gives you a rose, that means they are going to love you forever."

That man noticed everything, even the details I thought no one else did. Then yesterday, I woke up to roses. Not a dozen. Not a hundred. Fifteen hundred. My entire doorstep had been swallowed by red. There was a note tucked between the stems. “I miss you, Red. I still wake up reaching for you, and it’s hell when you’re not there.”