Roses Riddle Novels & Stories

Fresh, long-stemmed roses, their velvet petals a deep, crimson hue, adorned the table, exuding a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. Kimberly's gaze roamed the table, her mind racing with wonder. Where did the roses come from? And then, like a whispered secret, she remembered the garden. Had Nicholas really taken the time to pluck flowers just for their dinner? The thought sent a flutter through her chest, and she felt a smile spread across her face, touched by the thoughtful gesture.

I said but as I looked down at the bouquet, my throat closed up when I noticed that it was red roses. My mind immediately flashed to the red roses that my stalker sent to my house the other day and I broke out in cold sweat. “You like red roses right?” Rosa asked, her voice coming to me from somewhere that seemed far away instead of next to me. I clenched my teeth together and forced myself to nod. “Yes, of course,” I answered curtly. The tension etched on Rosa's face visibly relaxed. “Thank God,” she breathed. “I had initially ordered some sunflowers but they got sold out before I could finalize my payment this morning.”

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

[Kaden] "Rose!" I called her as I see her walking out, She didn't seem to hear and I forwn calling her again, louder and suddenly my phone rang I look down texting the guy back and asking him to call me back. "Rose" , She looked at me, but she somehow had this weird frown over her face, She seem tired. But we had to take her with us. I wasn't sure who exactly Aiden's men were after. But I couldn't risk him putting his hands on her.

he asked. "I have no idea sir" I replied trying hard to breathe and maintain a neutral facial expression. "Of course you wouldn't dear Roselle.' Funny enough, his daughter's name was Roselle too." he added this time laughing like a rabid female hyena. I wanted to climb over the counter and plug out his eyes. It took so much energy to keep the tears prickling my eyes in and plaster a fake smile on my face. I didn't need any hand writing on the wall to decipher that he was desperately looking for a reaction from me. he obviously suspected my identity and the questions and silly attempt to make a story out of every thing couldn't be waved off as mere coincidence.

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.

Jade replied shamelessly, "Oh, come now, they've known each other since they were kids. We're together! I'll let Allen take Rosie's name if that's fine with you." She then signaled for Allen to come over, but Allen did not budge. My mother smiled and said, "I've told you: it's better for our families to not have any further dealings. Stop all your bullcrap and get straight to the point." Jade's expression turned awkward as she said, "Actually, I came to apologize. Please have mercy on us. The Walters can't take this anymore!" "Why not? But Allen must admit that he was engaged with Rosie, and Lydia has been the third wheeler all along."