Tender Roses Novels & Stories

Fortune smiled "thank you Dad, I love you so much" "ok darling, I will hung up now". the call got disconnected and fortune looked at Zack who was staring at her. "what's wrong? do I have something on my face?" fortune asked. Zack smiled without shifting his gaze "when you are staring at a rose flower, you can't look elsewhere, you will stay put and continue to admire it until you have the urge to pluck it"fortune chuckled, "what makes you say that?". Zack smiled "nothing, I'm just expressing myself, you are as beautiful and delicate as a rose". fortune smiled shyly and dropped her head.

* 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.

The night breeze lifted his hair, softening his sharp features. He knelt in front of my tombstone, fingertips brushing its cold surface, eyes full of longing. "Wendy. Rose." He said my name so gently. I hadn't heard him speak like that in a long, long time. He leaned down and kissed the photo etched on my stone. "You've waited long enough, haven't you?" he murmured. "I'm coming to join you." A gentle smile curved his lips. Then, without hesitation, he drove the blade into his chest.

“Coral is for desire. Lavender is love at first sight. Yellow with red tips are friendship and falling in love. A mix of red and white roses means—” “Okay, okay, okay,” I cut her off, waving my hands. No way could I remember any of that. “Let’s just go with the simple red roses.” She shrugged. “Works for me.” Then she stood up, abandoning her meal, and started toward the door as if to go fetch the roses that very moment. I scampered to my feet and followed her until we reached the entrance of the garden. She left the door open behind her, which I probably could’ve considered an invitation, but I wasn’t taking any chances.

I stepped forward, picking up the roses from the ground. I noticed that these roses had been carefully trimmed of their thorns and were of a very rare variety. "Mrs. Todd, this old man broke the flowers that Mr. Winston prepared for everyone and disturbed everyone. I'll have someone take him out." I said, "It was an accident. Could you please prepare a new basin? Since these roses on the ground were specially brought by Mr. Winston, it's a pity to just let them be admired. Why not ask the ladies present to take one in hand and feel Mr. Winston's intentions?"

The cool morning breeze caressed my skin, adding a touch of mystery to the moment. The subtle scent of roses lingered, creating a sensory tapestry that immersed me further into the enchantment of the terrace. As he positioned himself behind me, a mixture of excitement and vulnerability coursed through me. With closed eyes, I surrendered to the ambiance, eager to unravel the beauty Liam had woven into this carefully crafted scene. "Ready?" Liam inquires. I nod in agreement. He removes his hands from my face, allowing me to behold the true paradise. Before me lies a rose garden at my feet! Thousands of red roses neatly arranged in rows, planted in perfect order.

She beamed and said, “yes, I have talked to dad and he wants us to get married in the span of one month at most.” Rudra nodded and muttered, “fine, now please leave me alone. And for God’s sake, you are chief doctor and do some work.” Kiara moved out of the cabin and her minions instantly joined her tailing behind her. Rudra heaved a deep breath to control his anger that want to escape... he slumped in his chair and held his head in his hands. His gaze fell on the two frames on his table. One of his family with his three lovely angels and his father. His mother; Gayatri, his sister; Sanjana, and his grandmother. His lips curved into a small smile seeing them all smiling. But them his gaze fe

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

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.

Iris said, watching him move through the garden with obvious familiarity. "As I know them." He paused beside a bed of flowers that resembled nothing she'd ever seen—blooms that shifted color with each breath, petals that seemed to be made of crystallized moonlight. "This one Eleanor cultivated specifically for my needs. She called it Rosa eternis—the eternal rose." When he touched the flower, it responded with a note so pure and beautiful that Iris felt tears spring to her eyes. The plant's glow intensified, and its voice joined the chorus with what could only be described as contentment.