Roses For Him Novels & Stories

Out loud, I said, "I’m… surprised to see you. What brings you here?" "I’ve missed you," he said warmly, straightening and holding the roses out to me. The crimson petals were lush and velvety. They looked expensive. I took them automatically, their perfume clouding the air between us. "I’m sorry I haven’t been coming by," he went on, his voice coaxing, like he was smoothing away the sting before it could sink in. "Things have been so crazy lately. Without you by my side, life’s been messy. I’ve been trying to make sense of it all."

The rose bushes were not the most eye-catching ones, but Josiah was attracted to them the most. He picked out several rose bushes and had the owner wrap them up. While putting the rose bushes together, the owner smiled and asked, "Is this for a best friend?" "No, it's for my wife." "Oh? Why don't you get roses instead? Roses are more appropriate."

"Oh I like it, it looks good" "I am happy you like it". He smiles again and pulls something from his back, where he has kept one hand all the time. "I got you a little something". "Oh thank you, you didn't have to". I accept the rectangular box. The front opens, and inside on silk is a red and golden rose. "Tom ... it's beautiful". He pushes his glasses back up his nose. "It's a real rose, dipped in gold, so now it's a forever rose. I hope that you ... well will look at it and think of me".

“Any preferences?” “Roses.” Lucas typed away on his phone. “Black roses to be exact.” It is the perfect flower and color for apologizing. She can’t be mad at me for long if I keep seeing dozens of flowers in her office every day. “Add chocolate to the list.” Angela loves chocolate.

He steps out of his truck and his delicious warm honey and redwood scent greets me first as his smiling hazel eyes sparkle in the sun. “Hello Rosie,” he hands me a single, white rose and a small sprig of jasmine and sage tied in a long red ribbon. “Happy Birthday, again.” Taking the flowers from his hand, I breathe it in slowly. “These smell amazing,” I thank him. “They smell like you,” he blushes. “It is what I smell every time you are near me, this sweet and earthy scent.” I lift my wrist to my nose and try to smell what he is smelling, but all I smell is warm flesh and the light grapefruit scent of my body wash. “No,” I argue. “These smell far sweeter.”

he smiles lovingly as I take it with shivering hands. No one ever gave me such beautiful roses and I don't even know how it feels. I feel like crying more. "I was roaming around the alley and found a shop. There was a granny who sold fewer flowers. And as my generous wife always tries to buy from smaller shops I thought to help the granny and make my wife proud," he touches my nose tip with a beautiful smile. I pause staring at him for a while. "What?" He rolls his eyes. "Don't tell me you hate red. These are the first roses I'm giving to you"

I continue to look up at him, waiting for him to answer. ''My special someone is standing right in front of me. It wouldn't be a surprise if I give it to her,'' He replies, making my heartbeat raising every second due to his gaze and his answer. Our eyes meet once more, this time it's as if we're trying to say something has been kept for so long. ''I want to place them in my home. If you have orange roses, that would be nice.'' He continues, looking at the roses; looking for the orange roses but they're still at the back—haven't gotten the time to actually bring them out because people rarely ask for orange roses.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

She started wagging her tail and jumping up and down. I swear I just heard her say 'Mate' but that's impossible. Second chance mates didn't exist, and we just rejected our Goddess given mate. But then, the most amazing smell hit me, even more mouthwatering than when I smelled Mason. It smelled like Whiskey and Chocolate. That mixture was breath taking. Aunt Tara noticed me sniffing the air. "Alex, what's wrong?" She asks. As soon as her last word left her mouth, he door slammed open with such force, I thought for sure it was going to fall off the henges. What I saw in front of me left me speechless. A man in his twenties, 6'11, covered in tattos with short kept black hair, and the most beaut

“I wanted to give you something that says more than words ever could. I thought of what it could be, but then you have everything, and I wasn’t sure of what would fascinate you. But then I thought about your love for roses and I decided to make you a garden of roses…” He stepped closer, his voice losing that usual steel edge it carried when he spoke to the world. “…not just any garden,” he continued softly. “A garden that would bloom only for you.” Rebecca’s lips parted. She clutched the single rose he had given her like it was something fragile and sacred. “I wanted you to walk out of your room and feel celebrated from the very first step,” he said. “I wanted every breath you took today to