Roses For Him Novels & Stories

But there was something in the set of his expression, something quietly, insufferably satisfied that told me he was extremely pleased with himself. I opened the door before he could knock. “How many,” I said. “One thousand.” He said it the way other people said good morning. “One for each day.” I looked past him at the procession of men filing carefully up my front path, arms full of red roses, navigating my modest doorway with the focus of people who understood that dropping a single stem would have consequences. One thousand roses. For a house that had precisely enough vases for maybe twelve. “You couldn’t have done vouchers,” I said.

“But this feels different.” “It is different.” His hand finds mine, his palm warm against my skin. “I was a boy then. I didn’t know what I was doing. I thought we had time.” His voice is rough. “I was wrong, and I can’t change that, but I can give you this. I can do it right this time.” He reaches behind me with his other hand and presents me with a single red rose, just like he had all those years ago. Red is for love, romance and desire.

I need fucking proof for every damn thing in life, because I’m always painted as the fucking bad guy. I go over to it, making sure once again the phone is on airplane mode, so I don’t get any disturbances and then I click record… Making sure it’s hidden, I walk over to the front door and pull it open. “Hey.” I say, raising an eyebrow when I see the huge bouquet of dyed black roses he’s holding with a sprinkle of gold. Yeah, they are fucking gorgeous, but if you knew me, you would know I still love red roses above all… He’s also holding a hamper of gifts.

I heard him chuckle, the reason for me to look at him. “It is okay, Calliope. I'm a vampire and we heal faster than humans, in not a minute it will begin to fade. Don't worry too much”, he said, pulling his hand from me. It is just that I feel like it was my fault since I pulled his hand. I looked at him when he continued to pick the rose he was picking earlier. “This is for you, lady Calliope”, he said as he handed me the rose with his blood on the stem. I was surprised by that since I know how much he treasures his plants, especially the Genus Rosa.

"Thank you." "Here, these are for you.” He had a bouquet of roses for me. Instead of stretching them to me, he waited for me to reach for them. His eyes examined the door frame and his feet seemed plastered to the welcome mat. I took the bouquet and I gave them a whiff. They smelt magnificent.

She smiled broadly seeing the efforts of him for her. "What's special?" She asked as he lifted her and placed her in the bed full of roses. "This is for being in my life" he gave her one rose and kissed her forehead. "This is for taking care of everyone like anything. No one can beat you in this" he gave her another rose and kissed her eyes. "This is for what you did for Sweetie." He gave her the remaining roses and kissed her lips passionately. Ishu pulled his hair and deepened the kiss till. both left out of breath.

he declared clearing his throat handing over his offerings. She took the cluster of roses first, giving him a questioning gaze. His face grew warm under her scrutiny. “I discovered them on my walk here and they made me think of you.”He says hoping that could palacitate her anger. She didn't seem pleased to see him the night at the lake.

In it, he holds a single red rose, which he offers to her. Bella takes it from him with delight, lifting it to her nose and inhaling the delicate scent. Roses are her absolute favorite and she has never had a man give them to her before, other than her father. Her parents had always gifted her roses whenever they wanted to congratulate her or show their love.

he whispered, then pulled back and stood up. "She has no fever and she's alright," he said, and then snapped his fingers as a bunch of blue roses appeared in the air. He grabbed them and gave them to me with a smile. "A gift from me," he said as I happily received the roses from him and inhaled their scent deeply. They instantly made me feel calm and at peace. "I wish I could stay longer, but sadly I can't. I have to go back home," he said. "Thank you very much for the roses," I happily said.

“Wow.” I blush and smile. I have never felt more beautiful than I do in this moment, with his eyes locked on me. He meets my eyes and smiles at me, making my tummy flutter. “You look so amazingly beautiful.” He offers me a bouquet of roses from behind his back. There are forty-eight prefect red roses and I gasp in delight. “Roses! My favorite.” “I'm glad you like them.” He stands tall and gallantly offers me his arm, which I accept, sliding my arm through his.