Royalty Roses Novels & Stories

“The new Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail. Black, convertible, worth thirty mil. Filled with truckload of peonies. Your florist’s about two seconds from cardiac arrest. The whole block smells like sex.” Good. It had to. Because when she walked into that room tonight, there couldn’t be a single doubt, not one fucking person would mistake who she belonged to. All of it was for her, every flower, every flash of crystal, every note of the band I paid six figures to fly in from Milan but she’d still outshine all of it.

A hefty tip. The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she took it and uttered a low thanks before going back to do her job. "Yes," I murmured, still getting used to being associated with a name I knew almost nothing about except for the power and protection that came with it. "Nikolai," he held out a hand. "It is nice to meet you, Black Rose." I took his hand, not wanting to be rude. His palms were soft, dry, and the warmth of it caught me off guard. He held me longer than necessary before letting go.

When it came to flower-giving, he figured standing out was what mattered. "Can't you be more creative?" Just hearing "blue enchantress roses" and "99 stems" made Archer furious, his expression turning cold. Kent: "..." "Is there anything more premium than blue enchantress roses?" Archer frowned. "There is, but it's hard to find—rainbow roses." Kent tapped his phone a few times, searching online for rainbow rose images to show Archer. Archer raised an eyebrow. "What if I bought 999 stems—would that be enough to destroy the competition?"

she inquired further, her tone gentle. "No, no... no special occasion, just give me any bouquet..." Axel replied quickly, feeling the urge to escape from the shop. Both the lady and her husband were looking at him with expressions of awwe, making him feel even more uncomfortable. "Then you should give her a single rose stem, not a bouquet. A red rose symbolizes love and romance and is perfect for a lovely couple like you... here, take this..." The lady handed Axel a single red rose, offering it as a gesture of affection.

I first approached the arrangement of long white roses on the central table, but my nerves were still bothering me, so I approached the red carnations under the portraits of the royal family and touched them. I loved the color red, so I liked these flowers the most despite the not-very-attractive scent of carnations. I smiled when I saw their intense red and looked at the composition of my chosen outfit. The red dress, a black jacket, and high heels matched the flowers perfectly. I chose this set, especially for today's visit. After all, these are the colors of the Lycan royal crest. I glanced up to admire the portraits and swallowed when I saw calm gray eyes peering at me from beneath a mop

The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park. All the flowers were Jeffrey's favorites. Of all the flowers, there were no roses, which he chanted about as his favorite day and night. It was only at that moment that I realized that he loved roses but was unwilling to give them a place in his home. Jeffrey's exclusive ringing sounded, and the phone screen lit up. "I just got out of the hospital. Now I'm going to pick you up at the manor. "The rose bracelet is ready. You can bring it on later.

he whispered, his voice barely audible. I nodded, feeling my heartbeat thunder in my chest, though I had no idea why. The door swung open, and as soon as I stepped inside, my breath left my lungs. The entire floor was covered in rose petals—red, white, and pink—scattered in a delicate, intricate pattern. But what truly took my breath away were the words carefully arranged in the center of the room, made entirely of rose petals. Will you marry me? My hands flew to my mouth in pure shock, my heart skipping several beats. My mind struggled to process if this was really happening. I blinked, trying to absorb the scene before me, half-expecting to wake up from a dream.