Speckled Roses Novels & Stories

All the goods were dazzling and luxurious. The most eye-catching piece of decoration was the sea of roses. The whole wedding venue was awash in pink roses. They were so warm and romantic that it was intoxicating. In order to set up these roses, Jenna had spent a handsome fee to hire the most famous team, Rosebest, for an elaborate design.

“Err... Okay, Sir. What color of roses would you like?” “What? They have colors now?” Damn it! I thought they only came in red! What does Gabby even like? I already sent her a red rose earlier—what if she’s tired of that color? What am I supposed to do now? “Yes, Sir. We have a complete selection—red, pink, orange, white, lavender, blue, and yellow roses.” “Damn!” I cursed. There are that many kinds of roses?! The only one I knew was red! Damn it! Why does courting a girl have to involve flowers anyway? This is riling me up! “Deliver every kind of rose you have there.”

Different colors of roses were present. Red, blue, yellow, orange, pink, white. She had never seen a blue, yellow, or orange rose before but she's heard of red, pink, and white roses in the storybooks. Red was the most common. Everyone knew what a red rose was but yellow? That was something new. Lilies, tulips, hibiscuses, daises and so much more were in the flower garden. The flowers were scattered amongst the field. They did not have a particular arrangement but it was better that way. It couldn’t be any prettier.

I give them to her. "I love roses but the fact you brought the red ones scores you another point in my book." she smells them. "Good to know that." I grin. "But you know you needn't have brought them anyway." she stares. "I wanted to." I reply. I was passing this flower shop when I saw these good looking roses. My mind immediately went to Della and I knew I had to get her a bouquet. "Okay. A minute, I need to put these in a vase." I wait for her from outside before she returns all set. We get inside the car and I fire the engine to the busy street.

A few wide-open creamy roses were added to each arched hedge as decoration. The Dusk Roses on the right, though, caught my attention the most. It was crammed with fully bloomed-red roses. Some were late crimson like the first glass of wine you drank in the morning, some were velvety scarlet like a medieval old-fashioned dress you wore, some were seductive red like the apple in the garden of Eden, and some were newly red like rouge on a girl who is waiting for her date. Augustine took my hand and stopped in front of the Dusk Roses, he ran his hand through my hair, and his blue eyes that shone under the moonlight stared at me, I almost assumed that he would say a vow in those roses' witness.

Pink multiflora roses represented purity, while burgundy red ones symbolized the vow of unwavering love. Both types of roses embodied her longing to remain forever united with Cedric, the only person she wished to be with. Observing discreetly, the waitress quickly left to spare herself the discomfort of intruding on their intimate moment. Cedric navigated through the sea of flowers, his strides bringing him to her side. "These roses were all air-shipped from Gallia. Do you like them?" Her racing heart suddenly calmed down at his words, and Sophie looked up and met his gaze directly. "Did you really go to Gallia?"

I began, "are known to symbolize gratitude, admiration, and sweetness. They often convey a sense of appreciation and joy. Their delicate colors are a popular choice for expressing affection or conveying a heartfelt message. Surprisingly, the earliest evidence of pink roses dates back 40 million years, discovered within fossils. They were the very first color of roses to be cultivated because they were the most common in the wild. Back in the Victorian era, they used pink roses to decorate basically everything from wallpapers to greeting cards—” “I've heard enough, thanks” Samantha cut me off sharply. I smirked at her when I noticed the others discreetly clapping for me. “I want those” Samant

|| Narrator’s Pov || “These just came in this morning, miss. Fresh from the garden. We’ve got red roses, whites, yellows, pinks, lilies, mixed, anything you’d like.” the shop owner said while spraying water over the fresh petals. Rosa’s numb eyes drifted over the vibrant display before her lips parted faintly. “White.” The shop owner smiled at the pale girl. “Roses? Lilies or–” “Anything.” Rosa whispered faintly.

“Do you like it?” Henry asked Roxanne in a deep husky voice. When Roxanne stepped out of the mall, she gasped at what was in front of her. Henry was perched on the red dazzling Ferrari. It was filled with beautiful, deeply cupped double blossoms which had a vibrant ombre pink to apricot colour. These unique roses stood out and made the car look all the more beautiful. In addition, they emitted an intense sweet fragrance that surrounded the place.

It was a bright Saturday morning. The birds were chirping and singing, the sun had risen earlier than normal…Rain inhaled deeply, the scent of roses assailed her nostrils. She opened her eyes groggily, the light from the windows almost blinding her. She waited a few seconds for her eyes to get used to the brightness before she opened her eyes again. Roses… They were everywhere! A gasp escaped her lips as she looked around her room. The roses occupied every nook and cranny, every corner and every space, even the floor was covered in petals.