Roses For Him Novels & Stories

I chuckled. “Well, it is better to be early than late,” and he winked at me. “You’re so funny, Ruel. I should head now. I need to sleep,” he nods at me. And then… “Oh! Before I forget,” he paused. His broad shoulders were tightly fitting on his uniform as he grabbed something. “For you. Flowers for a beautiful person,” Ruel never seized a day without giving me a bouquet of roses. It made me feel like some celebrity or whatnot.

I got it from him. “Is it for me?” I asked him, still not believing a thing that is happening. “Do you see anyone else in the car?” He asked me with a mischievous smile. Awww, he is making it hard for me to restrain myself from not kissing him. “Thank you, but why?” I asked him wanting to know why he is giving it to me out of nowhere. A Red Rose bouquet? That represents LOVE?

Why was he staring at me that way? "I wanted to apologize for what I said yesterday," he scratched the back of his neck with his free hand and the other handing me a single rose flower. "The fuck is that in front of me?" I asked in pure disgust and he raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised I wasn't into flowers like he had thought. "It's a peace offering. Girls love roses," he pointed and I sighed and collected it from him, not wanting to make him feel bad. "Well I don't but I'll make an exception for you." I told him and he grinned goofily, making me to roll my eyes.

The moment I stepped through the door, the warmth hit me, not just the heat of the fire, but the carefully curated glow of a place prepared to impress. Candles flickered along the walls, golden light softening every corner. A vase of white lilies stood in the center of the polished table, their fragrance sweet and heady, and beside them, a bouquet of red roses tied with a red silk ribbon. “These are for you,” he said smoothly, plucking them from the vase before I could react. He held them out with that disarming smile, the one that once made me fall so hard for him. “You’ve always loved roses, so I thought to get you some.”

“You’ve thanked me for than enough. It’s okay. The pleasure’s mine.” “Since that’s the case,” my voice returned to its playful nature. “Where’s my wedding gift then?” “It’s not much but here you go,” he reached for his pocket and pulled out a dark rose from his pocket to place it in my bouquet of red roses. “Unique, don’t you think?” “A black rose?” I looked at it then him, wondering if there was any hidden meaning to it. “Ah, are you trying to be different? To have your gift stand out differently?”

He noticed that their things were in a corner of the room. There was a living room and dining room but Rose was hardly paying attention to those things. Her attention was fixed on all the beautiful colors of roses. “Hundreds of roses for the most special Rose.” Wayne softly breathed in her ear. Rose turned around and gave him a long kiss. “Thank you for making this the best date ever.” His hands slid to her waist and pulled her closer. “Anything for you.” He declared with a grin. Wayne was grateful that he could afford surprises like this for someone really special to him.

he shrugged and moved to the bedside table where a vase sat with old, withered flowers. “No, white roses aren’t known for that. Flowers that are for bringing peace of mind are Jasmines and lavenders, not white roses,” I hissed, glaring at him. He shrugged his shoulders again as he pulled out the old flowers and replaced them with the fresh ones then he thrashed the old ones. Then turned to look at me. “I think white roses are really cute and they match your skin… but if you want jasmines, then I will definitely bring them to you when next I go to town,” he said with an innocent smile as if that was all that mattered.

A moment later, she appeared again, and I blinked. What was that? “Red roses?” I frowned as she placed the giant ass bouquet of crimson roses on the bed. “You brought red roses for me?” “No, not for you,” Rose chuckled. “Cora bought these so you can give them to Ivy and the two of you can kiss and make-up.” “Uh…what?” I muttered blankly. “You owe her an apology, don’t you?” “And you want me to give her roses?” I made a face at the idea. No fucking way. And Ivy didn’t even seem like the flowers and hearts kind of girl.

When she swings ahead one more time, He pulled out Pink rose now and gave it to her. "And this one is also for you" She took while giggling and swings back. "Now tell me what is it for?" She asked him curiously. "Because I adore you a lot" She blushed on his words. He pulled out an orange rose and gave it when she again swings ahead closer to him. "And one more for you" "It's so pretty," She took while swinging back. "Because I have attracted to you Madonna," He said and she kept enjoying his affection towards her.

"What? What's the problem with running? Anyway, forget that— you were stealing roses? For what?" "For you", he mutters. My mouth falls open in shock. "What? But why? I mean you never gave me roses in those freaking two years of marriage. Why now?" I roll my eyes. "Because I wanted to make it a bit special", he walks toward me with a smile. "Not much" "Special? It's not my birthday or our anniversary", I roll my eyes. He leans near my ears and hands me the rose, slowly whispering, "it's positive"