Roses Are Red Novels & Stories

It was the only splash of color on the gray background. "The rose," Dante murmured in a tone I could barely hear. "The red rose was Madison's favorite flower, you know."

"Audrey, where are you..." The only thing that responded to him was a gust of cold wind. No one paid any attention to him. Only the earth remained in the empty garden. Jeffrey stood on the desolate land, shivering in the face of a head full of stars. "Audrey, do you really leave me?" The wind blew over the leaves of the roses that had fallen to the ground, making a rustling sound. Even the roses were speaking for me. They seemed to express that I didn't want him anymore.

"Because you saw too much. And because I’ve seen you. Truly seen you. Since the first moment you walked into this house, all fire and fury hidden beneath a maid’s uniform. I knew I’d have to choose between my mission and..." He touched her cheek, his fingers rough and warm. "...and you." Inés’ breath hitched. The fire roared outside the door, but the only heat she felt now was his proximity. His lips hovered near hers, hesitation tightening his jaw. "Kiss me," she breathed, shocking even herself. His mouth crushed against hers, wild and desperate, like a man starved for oxygen. She dropped the poker, fingers clutching at his shirt. Their bodies collided, and Esteban lifted her effortlessly,

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. "

"Don't take it too hard. It's been known to drive men mad." "I'm always mad around you Rose. Here—I'll write you an impromptu poem," I cleared my throat and ceremoniously lifted a hand in the air. "Rose is in red, never in blue, sharp as a thorn, fights like one too." "I'm not wearing red." She cocked her head with her brows raised. "Aren't you?" My eyes squinted as the red beams of her aura began to call out to me. Rose hummed to herself, amused once again. "Nice try, quare half."

His teeth grind the more he stares at it. Red. Fucking. Roses. Of all the damn colors to send somebody, Tenz Jer'sey had to choose the one that makes his stomach churn and eyes sting. His fist tightens further. Red. The color that's supposed to be used by lovers.

He strums. " So, what're these roses colors mean now, huh? " He still continues singing while I'm reading the note on the flower. " Storms, they will come But I know that the sun will shine again He's my friend And he says that we belong together... " -A red roses that symbolize my unmistakable expression of my love for you including my deep emotion, respect, and devotion... - I looked at him, smiling. Still, he sings. " ... And I'll sing a song to break the ice

Two Years Later “Roses?” Luca asks in a soft, curious voice. I nod. “Yes,” I say, smiling up at him. “But not just any roses. Red roses.” He chuckles, his arm brushing mine as we walk side by side. “Red roses, huh? Not white, not pink?” I nod again. “I love roses.” “You know, I never thought you’d be a rose-loving kind of girl. Roses seem… too ordinary,” he says, and I shrug.

I can't believe that this is happening. Helios smiled as he held the bouquet of roses. "This bouquet of roses, behind each color, gives the meaning of my undying love for you. Red roses are often considered the universal symbol of love. This red rose conveys my deep affection, such as desire or longing for you." He pointed to the red rose and remained to kneel. “Pink roses suggest gentleness, But I can’t promise to be gentle to you… in bed.” I hit him on the shoulder. She’s pointing out different things again. Those with us inside also laughed.

She scoffed. She turned around and pointed to some red roses. "Outside the dark forest, red roses may signify love. But in the dark forest, it signifies danger. Smelling those red roses will make your tongue swell and lower your breathing. As a human, you know what that could to you." she explained before walking forward again.