Roses For Him Novels & Stories

“We need to leave now before something… happens to this dress. Which, by the way, you’re not allowed to wear for anyone but me.” He brushed a kiss on my nose and I melted. I reluctantly let go as he handed me the bouquet. “Rare wild roses,” he said, flashing that toothy grin that always did me in, “for the most rare female in the world.” And just like that, I knew this night was going to be unforgettable. "Percival… they’re beautiful," I breathed, inhaling the rich, wild scent of the roses he’d clearly hunted down and picked himself. "Come on, we’re going to be late." He took my hand, leading me out of the room and down the stairs, his gaze drifting to me every few seconds—admiring the way I

He had a beautiful arrangement of roses in a variety of colors that made me smile when I saw them. He rushed over to open the door and help me out before drawing me in for a hug. I took a deep breath, breathing in his scent that I had missed while his arms were wrapped tightly around me. When he pulled back he handed me the roses and said "These are for you. I hope they bring you happiness today like seeing you brings me happiness."

cheered Rosalie who for some reason was wearing a pale blue shirt and shorts , not at all sexy . Bunny suit ! Bunny suit ! He chanted in his mind and dumped the stupid tie thingy that Roxanne brought , then he moved on to Jojo's , he wasn't even surprised to find a bunch of sex toys piled up in the box , he placed it carefully away Rosalie cocked an eyebrow at his actions but didn't say anything which made him even more excited , damn who would have known that waiting for three months to touch her will get him this much leeway , if he knew he wouldn't have moaned so much about it .

Her breath shifted. She stayed still, looking up at him, and the moment stretched. His eyes searched hers, lowering to her lips before he slowly pulled her up. She blinked, snapping back to the moment. He disappeared briefly behind the tall arrangement of plants near the garden wall, and when he came back, he was holding a single rose. He held it out to her. She looked at it, then at him. “I bought this for you. I know you like roses.” he said, looking a little bit shy.

he smiled showing all his teeth before handing me the boquet of fresh roses. “Thank you so much,” I inhaled them, feeling the scent fill me with happiness. “But what's the occasion?” I was confused why did he do all of this. “I don't need an occasion to treat my mate like a queen. I noticed that I had been too busy lately to spend time with you, so I thought of planing a small candle light dinner. I hope you like it.” “I love it. It's beautiful.”

Then quietly, “You’ll find someone better, Tamsin. You will.” I don’t believe him, not really, but I nod anyway. He reaches into the bouquet and pulls out the single white rose from the center. “This one’s for you. You’re too sweet to be broken.” I blink at it, stunned. “You’re giving me Zara’s rose?” He grins. “She won’t even notice. She’s too busy monologuing.” I let out a laugh, small and shaky. “Better,” he says. “That’s the sound I wanted to hear.”

He reaches for the strand of hair on my forehead, slowly tucking it away behind my ear and grinned. "You play it every single day, I know it’s your favorite song.” I couldn’t help the blush creeping to my cheeks. I look around again, feeling very much overwhelmed at the fact that he went the extra mile for me. I don’t even think i deserve this but I’ll take it. “Here, roses for the most beautiful flower here.” He passes me a rose. Eyes blurred with un-shed tears as I collect it from him. “Ah..you’re so cheesy.” I say, voice thick with emotions.

He takes a slow breath and makes his way over to me holding out the rose. “You look absolutely exquisite,” he breathes, and I feel my cheeks heat up. I take the rose and sniff it instinctively. I’m surprised when I can smell that it’s real; there’s no colouring chemicals. I had no idea green roses even existed. It’s a very soft green, a kind of tea green shade but it’s beautiful, nonetheless. I smile up at him in awe to find him still staring at me. “I can’t believe you did all this for me, thank you, Marcus. I don’t know what to say,” I tell him as I feel myself getting choked up with emotions.

The scent of the boquet—it smells fresh—as if it was only picked early this morning. “Red roses symbolize deep love, respect, and devotion.” he said as he kiss the back of my hand “The number of roses also conveys specific messages. Twelve roses means 'Be mine'.” My brows furrowed as I heard what he said. Is he attempting to coax me? He should try harder. I won't easily fall for his traps. I planned much more reliable traps than the traps he set. “How about we go out on a date?” he said in a bright smile

She could only move her face but not an inch of her body. "I thought .. for a very long time .. what can I buy for you on your birthday and guess what it is!" He spoke wryly. Rose moved her face to the side, closing her eyes, but the next sentence he uttered made her set her eyes on him, which grew two times bigger at that moment. "I bought you!" Kevin snapped his fingers in the air with a slight smirk plastered on his face and left the room leaving behind a flabbergasted Rosalia.