Roses For Him Novels & Stories

she asked amused by the flowers, most men would go for red roses but he went for black. “Yes, and that is because you are my beautiful black queen, just like these roses, black beautiful, alluring and sweet but with thorns here and there. Perfect for me in every way.” He told her, tears of joy glittered in her eyes, she smiled and go in for a hug. She sniffs his scent as she laid her head on his chest and wondered why did it take so long to realize that he was the man for her.

[Rose] I bite my lip as I see the men he brought take my stuff to the bedroom. "Are you going to the club today?" I nodded. "Ya, I'll leave by seven" He stared at his phone. "I'll drop you. Come down at seven I'll wait for you" "Oh-You don't have to" He glanced at me and his eyes shifted behind me. "You can leave now" His tone of voice changed for a second as the men nodded, I lick my lips staring at him as he watched them leave. He stared at his phone then looked at me, "I am going there anyway, I gotta go. Call me if you need anything" I nodded.

He laughs, his voice drawing me in like a piper. I shake my head to clear the spell. “Are those for me?” He nods and slowly gives them to me They’re a mixture of flowers in pink, white, and soft purple. I sniff them, enjoying how good they smell. “I wanted a big bouquet that didn’t have roses,” he says before I can speak. “So I improvised.” I’d mentioned one day that I loved most flowers but didn’t like roses that much and he said that he would never bring me roses. I laughed it off, but he’s kept that promise.

"It's worth a thousand nights of passionate lovemaking and a whole lot of sweet naughty stuff." His eyes flare as he grins widely. "You bet it will be a crazy night, baby. It's a special night for my special girl, after all." He adds. "I honestly feel special." I respond. "You are. Come." He pulls me to the table. "I am an amateur when it comes to love and what women like, so I opted for the simple roses so I wouldn't look much of an idiot." He hands me the flowers which I receive gladly. I snuff them. Well, it may be just a rustic bouquet to him, but this means a lot to me.

, she was ready for bed. But as she walked towards her door, she could not help but blink at the small basket of apricot-coloured roses as well as the man holding them. She recognized the flowers of course- Juliet Roses. They were one of the rarest exquisite roses that the world had known. Looking up, she stared into the stormy eyes of the man who brought them and gave a tired smile," Are these pretty things for me, Adi?" Leaning down, he kissed her cheek and spoke," Well, I don't see anyone else here who might enjoy these Juliet roses. Wish you a happy and blessed new year ahead, Fifi."

Her hands were trembling in fear because she recalled that her dream is about roses too. "Dos rosas para nuestro profundo amor compartido (Two roses for our shared deep love.)" He gave her another one that made her smile at his sweet gesture. "Tres rosas, te amo (Three roses, I love you.)" He took another rose from his back. 'What kind of cheesy thing is he trying to do?' "Seis rosas, significa que quiero ser tuya (Six roses, it means I want to be yours.)" He took another three from his back. She simply watched him. He seems to enjoy this rose-thingy.

She hadn’t answered, so he raised his hand to try again. The door opened, and Kendall greeted him with an enormous smile. His mouth dropped open as he looked at her and his fingers tightened on the single rose he held in his hand. Her smile dimmed as she saw his grip on the flower tighten, and she was afraid he might snap the stem in half. “You look great, Kendall,” he choked out. “Thanks,” she said, looking back into his eyes. “Here,” he said, holding out the rose. “This is for you.”

If I could remember it clearly, he wasn't bringing any earlier and there wasn't any rose plant nearby. "From my heart to you." Crinkles on my forehead waved their mighty objection at the words he just said. Though hesitant, I still accepted it. "W-what is it for?" He smiled and said, "Pink roses symbolize happiness. I hope you find it real soon." I countered, "Why would you think I need happiness? It's already in me." To convince him, I stretched my lips to my ears and flashed him my widest smile. "Really?" he asked, half assured. "Then why is it that whenever I look at you, it's as if you are always carrying a mountain of problems? Mine don't even stand an inch when compared to yours," he

he said to me, then presented a bouquet of roses which he had been hiding behind him to me. “Aw. The Alpha King is so sweet,” the women said, blushing hard on my behalf. I shot him a small smile and accepted the flowers from him, which I pressed to my nose, inhaling the sweet-smelling fragrance of the roses. “Do you like them? I took the horse for a ride this morning, and picked them for you,” he explained. “They’re lovely. Thank you,” I said. “You’re welcome. I’m glad to know that you love them,” he told me.

"We have a meeting in five…no three minutes.” He smirked, walking towards me. “The only reason I'm going is so I can watch you present in that pink dress,” “Haha, very funny,” I grumbled. He reached for a strand of my hair and twirled it around his finger. My brows crinkled as a scent teased my nose. Why did he smell like roses? “Oh,” I gasped when he held up a pink juliet rose, brushing the soft petal against my nose. I snatched it out of his hands, gushing over the flower. “Oh my gosh, where did you get this? It's so rare,”