Roses For Him Novels & Stories

“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.

She should resort to silence. “ OK don't answer me because I’m in a good mood and I brought something for you.” He takes a rose out of his front pocket and gives it to her. “You know that even this rose flower has faded in front of your beauty, but still keeping its presence will make you realize how beautiful you are.” He forcibly grabbed her hand, grabbed the flower and began to give her the gift he had brought for her. Today his anger was less than in the morning. “Take it and open it. I don't like shopping for anyone but myself. But this is a special order I made. I hope you like it; otherwise I will like it only when you wear it.” He was telling her about his power.

I warn the dark haired. He chuckles and shakes his head no. I roll my eyes at his childish behavior. His just turned sixteen for gods sake you'd think he'd be a little more mature instead of goofing around. “Look, I've brought you something.” He captures my attention. I frown when his smile widens and his hands show me a pure white, white rose in between his hands. “You're giving me a rose? A white rose? Are you-” “I love them because it reminds me of you. Pure, simple, elegant yet so fucking beautiful.”

They seemed to express that I didn't want him anymore. Facing 50 acres of land, Jeffrey finally realized that I, like these departed roses, would not return. The roses had been given to another woman by him casually, and its owner would not return because of himself. I would no longer plant flowers for him. He would never see me holding roses and asking him, "The roses are ripe. When are we going to get married?" He realized that roses had feelings too. I was willing to be trapped in a greenhouse by him because of my love for him.

He stood beside it, tall and imposing, holding a bouquet of flowers. They were roses—grey matcha forest roses, fresh and elegant, their muted green hues striking yet understated. They suited him perfectly. I stood frozen, watching as he approached. When he handed me the bouquet, his voice was soft, almost tentative. "Are you still angry about the flowers?" I took the roses, my throat tightening. My eyes stung as I lowered my head to inhale their delicate scent. When I looked up at him, I forced a smile, my lips curving despite the ache in my chest.

I requested. “Alright.” My eyes dropped to the almost crushed flowers in his hand as I asked shyly, “Are those for me?” “What? Oh, yes! When I went on my walk this morning, I saw them, and they instantly made me miss you,” he murmured as he held them out for me to take. “They reminded me of you.” “They did? How?” I inquired as I took the roses from him. “They were beautiful, just like you.” “Aaaawwwww! Thank you!” I gushed.

"I'm just your employee. Your private life is just that. I was just wondering if you needed me to look after her. I don't mind." Keep smiling. I just need to keep smiling. I don't care. It's his life. I just hope that whoever he is seeing doesn't mind me caring for Livy. "If you'll excuse me, I'll let you catch up with your niece for today. I'm sure with you going out you'll want to spend time with her." His hand reaches out and grabs mine, "These are for you, Addison." He places the roses in my hand. "I was hoping you'd come out with me."

"I'm officially Team James now. That man brought real flowers, not e-flowers or emoji hearts. He deserves a chance." I sighed and looked at the roses across the room. Maybe he did.

The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection. Kaia, surprised and touched by Beau's whimsical move, accepted the rose with a radiant smile. The exchange added a unique and personal touch to their union, creating a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of all who witnessed it. The red rose, now a part of their shared narrative, became a poignant symbol of the spontaneity and romance woven into the fabric of their love story.

He opened the door and got off leaving her behind. He returned later with something in his hand, which she only figured out when he came inside. He forwarded the large bouquet of roses towards her, placing it in her lap. The large, red, fresh roses filled the car with their enchanting smile. And she was mesmerized by the gesture. "What is it for?" She asked curiously, trying to contain the smile which reflexively started to appear. "It's for you, because you made me happy today" he replied with a kind smile which never witnessed before ever.