Tender Roses Novels & Stories

As we walked back towards the community center, Tasha sniffed at her rose. "I'll follow up with Mrs. Davis tomorrow. Anyone who can grow a rose that smells this heavenly can certainly help us make this whole thing something special." "It's already feeling pretty special to me," I said. Tasha rolled her eyes to deflect her disbelief. I wasn't to be believed, but it didn't bother me. I was out of the office, away from all the posturing and posing, and it was a beautiful day. And then there was the beauty of Tasha sniffing that single red rose.

The stems of the roses brush against Indra's ivory skin and the thorns graze her erected nipples. She shivers with pleasure mixed with pain. "Laurin," she whispers, turning towards the window. The roses twist themselves tighter across her exposed body – it's as if they are controlled by Laurin’s emotions. The stronger his desires grow, the more the roses want to hold her in place, for him.

Rosa looked up, thoughtful for a moment as her gaze swept over the flowers again. She slowly raised one finger, shyly showing she wanted just one. The lady chuckled softly at her innocence. “Pick the one you like.” she encouraged. Rosa’s eyes lit up and she scanned the vibrant sea of petals in front of her. But then her lips pouted, she didn’t know Killian’s favorite color. Her fingers fidgeted slightly, unsure. That’s when she saw it. A single red rose in full bloom, its petals velvety and rich. Her gaze softened.

Well, not immediately but gradually, and she had laid out a perfect plan to eradicate any bad blood between Doreen, and his father. “The blend of these white tulips, roses, and dandelions are simply wonderful!” Beth gushed, deeply awestruck at the sight of the large vase which had beautiful flowers sticking out of it. “Thank you so much Doreen.” The aged woman's attention was entirely on it, and he smiled lightly at her. “I'm relieved you find them so admirable, Mrs. Ford.” His husky voice came as utterly charming — it was soothing enough to tame a feral bear yet equally enticing.

“What’s the matter with you, Finn? They reserve these especially for the wives of several countries leaders. The petals of these roses are tremendously tender and silky, professionally cultivated before they were planted. When done properly, these roses can live for more than three months without withering. I believe they should be worth at least ten to twelve thousand dollars!” When Sara saw Finn’s dumbfounded expression, she attempted to beg him. She desperately wanted those roses! The beautiful waitress nodded as well. “Sir, I could tell from a first glance that your girlfriend must be a flower connoisseur. She could immediately tell that these are very, very, valuable! Would you like to

I whispered to keep us sane. “Do you know why I named you Roses?” I asked her, though my lips cracked with thirst. “Because even in blood and thorns, roses bloom. You will bloom, my little one. Even if I wither.” I vowed with voice cracking. We walked until the night gave way to dawn, a pale smear of light clawing at the sky.

Only those many years had saved him from death. “I brought... the roses... sir...” he said fearfully, and it only took one glare to understand that he had to leave them on the table and get the hell out. I watched them for a long time. Red as blood and perfumed like the scent of a lusty woman. That was when I took out the lighter and lit one of them, watching it burn to ashes, dying before my eyes. I was so damn pleased to see its petals burn and fall off the bulb. Then I lit another one, and the feeling was even more exhilarating. Like I had the power of life and death.

“Tease.” Rojean laughed, happy that she still makes him feel that way- kind of embarrassed though glad at the same time. “Why? Are you getting distracted?” she asked, repeating the same motion with her hips whilst looking directly into his eyes as if seducing him. “Of course, it’s really distracting.” Lucas smiled before pinching her chin. “But I’m still upset with you.” “You are?” she asked with a grin on her face. “Why don’t I make it up to you then?”

String lights cascaded above them, adding to the enchantment. Her gaze drifted downward, and her breath caught. The ground was a carpet of roses—red, white, and pink—arranged in a heart-shaped pattern so intricate it seemed almost unreal. Among the petals, candles flickered softly, their golden glow illuminating the arrangement with an ethereal warmth.

One wanted to mess with her, and the other ached for her. After everyone left with Debra, Marion wandered to the greenhouse. Inside were Caleb's prized roses. It was locked at night. Marion recalled how those guys overseas used roses to fix things with girls. They told him that roses could cheer up any angry girl. He picked the lock skillfully and went in. "There were a lot of roses, but they were all the same breed. Not knowing much about flowers, he snipped every rose with clippers and wrapped them in paper. As he walked out, a voice in his head urged him not to make Debra cry.