Novel & Cerita Story Of Red Rose

That night, Marcus jumped from the old Leedon Tower. The next morning, the headlines were filled with news of his suicide. Cecilia didn’t dare look at the gruesome photos. Lucas handled Marcus’s funeral arrangements. Across the entire city, every headline reported Marcus’s death. But there was one reason no one else knew. When Marcus died, he was still holding a vivid red rose in his hand. And Cecilia suddenly remembered something from when she was fifteen. “Marcus, what kind of flower do you think I’m like?” The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly.

* I came out of my memory with a tear rolling down my cheek, I quickly wiped it away. I was sitting in my desk chair because of course I'm at the club. I looked at my phone one more time, looking at my little roses profile. I made a promise to her right then and now, I will protect you this I can promise. Knowing how close she is to my club which has cameras all over it, I watched them very closely to make sure she was not harmed by the man that killed my dad.

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

I zoned out in front of my mother's tombstone for three hours. Today was her birthday—and also the tenth anniversary of her death. Red roses were the symbol of my parents' love. Yet ten years ago today, my father watched with his own eyes as Maria Granger handed a red rose to my mother—an act that shattered her spirit completely. Red roses became my taboo. And ten years later, on this very day, my husband brought the woman who caused my mother's death, carrying those same red roses, and dealt me a fatal blow.

Her cheeks were flaming red and she had turned into a rose. "Bhabhi jaan calm yourself down the way you are blushing. It will give others the wrong sign. You are looking like you both just made love but that is not the case or maybe you both were about to but I interrupted. Umm.. Umm…" Zeenat stopped in middle as Shayari put her hand on her mouth to shut her blabbering

The bodyguard quickly put the flowers on the table and turned to leave. Yoseph looked at the bright red roses and felt that it was very piercing. Emma also looked at the huge red roses and her thoughts could not help but drift away. If she did not count the portion of her lost memories, this rose could be considered the first in her life. It was so vivid that if she was not moved, it would be a lie.

Her face suddenly turned ice cold and I wondered how she could be so adorable and terrifying at the same time. “Right?” She smiled sweetly and chills ran down my spine. “I do. And the red rose is all I ask for, I’d give anything for my true love to return to me” I assured her. “So be it” She put her hand behind her ear and when she brought it back and stretched it towards me, it had the most beautiful and rarest red rose in it. “Thank you for your kindness, I'm forever indebted to you, Faithy” I was about to collect the flower when she pulled it back to her chest.

I stopped myself from going too far and quickly stuttered, “Can we just… get the certificates already?” He flashed me a casual smile, and I turned crimson all over again. I looked away before he could notice, my heart hammering in my chest. I began to wonder if I was the only one who still remembered that night. He didn’t mention It. His eyes were unreadable—calm, cold, and utterly impossible to read. I stepped forward, signed my name on the small red certificate, and swore my vows. Just like that, I became a married woman. Mrs. Rodriguez.

There were a few crystal-clear water droplets on the bright petals, and they looked alluring. "Please just get me a bouquet of red roses. That's all I need. Thanks." Sean picked the red roses right away as he told the shop assistant to pack them up for him. "Red rose symbolizes passionate love. I'm sure that the girl who got this will be very happy." The shop assistant was very friendly as he chatted with Sean while wrapping the red roses up with colored paper. Sean did not respond as the shop next door captured all his attention. The shop assistant told him that roses were good for confession, and Molly's face appeared in his head.

"Oh, Carlo. Look at me. Take a good look... Whose wedding do you think this is? This is my wedding. Mine, and I'll be marrying Luca. And you? You're just a madman crashing someone else's wedding." His smile froze. Tears rolled down his face. "No… It's not true… Rosa, you love me…" I dropped the wilted roses at his feet. "You're wrong. I did love you...but that was in another life. You murdered that love with your own hands, and my life along with it. All I have for you in this life is hate." I took Luca's arm and walked past Carlo without looking back. His cries echoed behind me, but none of that mattered to me anymore.