Roses Riddle Novels & Stories

I was surprised that he had kept his promise, just as I had, to not intrude upon each other's lives. "How many roses are in this room?" he asked. "I should be asking you that," I smiled, surveying the surroundings. Simon began counting, his expression changing to frustration. "Damn it," he muttered. "What is it?" I asked, curious and observing his face. "I ordered 21 roses, but I can only count 20. I'm wondering what happened to the last one," he explained, his worry evident. "Perhaps it fell or there was an error," I suggested, scanning the room to see if I could find it.

“Come on, man. Rosa’s looking hot tonight. She keeps smiling at you, and you’ve only got eyes for your beer.” Rome looked over at Rosa. She was hot. Long, red hair, and legs that never ended. She was definitely someone he’d be interested in getting to know better--if it weren’t for that phone call earlier. All he could think about was Ella. He’d even looked around the club, wondering if any of these girls could be her. But none of them looked like the picture he had of her in his mind. Dark hair, wide eyes, a beautiful smile…. No, he had a feeling his Ella wasn’t here tonight. “You should at least get up and dance,” Bart said, nudging him with his shoulder. “I need a wingman.”

" I asked with a smile. "Yes" she replied. "Have you taken illegal drugs before?" "No" I motioned for her to look at the screen and her eyes widened with surprise. "You see, it's that easy." I said with a smirk. "What's your name?" "R.J" "Your full name!" "Roselle....." "Don't mess with me!" I said pinning her with an angry gaze. "Roselle Jackson" she replied in annoyance. Her name struck a bell, like I've heard it some where.

She couldn't even bring herself to break the annoying alarm clock as this one was a customized one. The particular clock had a voice which always started with a sweet voice,"wakie wakie baby.... Rise and shine my queen..." But that was not the only reason, the reason we're never the words...nope... not at all... The reason was the voice... It belonged to Rudra... She still finds it a mystery to solve that how her friend caught a hold of Rudra's voice that too such sweet one... Groaning, she picked up her alarm clock on her nightstand, Sakshi looked at the time and said,

I turn to the room, realizing how difficult my task is with every single corner covered in roses. “Fuck,” I mutter. Where do I even start? If I was a rose that contained a part of Nester Rist’s soul, then where would I be? The throb in my neck worsens as I move around the room. Every rose is plump and gorgeous, but none of them are what I’m looking for. The more of them I check, the more frustrated I become. By the time I’ve checked at least eighty roses, I collapse at the edge of Nester’s bed.

Each step was a gentle tug on the thread of her past, pulling her closer to the truth she sought. One sunny afternoon, as Katie strolled through a fragrant rose garden, her gaze fell upon a solitary white rose, standing tall and proud among a sea of vibrant colors. Its pristine petals symbolized the purity of her love for Rose, a love that had never wavered, despite the confusion and pain that had come to define their relationship.

" ...cooperation, because if you don't, life would be so difficult for you, believe..." "How much do you want for a ransom?" I blurted out again. I saw his brows raise ever so slightly, he then turned and exchanged a glance with the woman. He was clearly taken off guard. This was my chance, I decided to press on. I sat erect, pushing strands of hair away from my face.

He carried a large bouquet of roses and looked at me with a mix of regret and longing. "I was blind, Rosie. It felt like I was living in a dream before. Now that I've woken up, I realize I can't live without you." The set fell silent as everyone turned to watch. Allen had no shame declaring this in front of so many people. I felt thankful for having eaten lightly that morning; at least I had not thrown up yet. Allen continued his self-absorbed speech, "Can you give me another chance? Let's start over. We were engaged after all—"

he responded rudely. Ares locked his wolf out in order to have a free mind to think. Then he caught the scent again. It was a fresh scent of vanilla. A knock sounded on his door. "Come in," he said calmly. ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦

To the left side, was a box of chocolates I loved dearly and I couldn't help but wonder who would possibly put this together. "Any idea who it could be from ma'am? I read deep purple roses mean romance, admiration and respect." I brought out my phone, setting down the roses back to my table and took a quick picture of it. "Get back to work, Roseline. You're so nosey for real." She giggled, raising her hand in surrender and heading straight out teasing me.