Bubblegum Roses Novels & Stories

Coby chuckled. "Well, You really eat so less" She smiled Don't smile at any other men like that Rose We walked out the sudden loud noise of a dog barking sends Rose to grab my arm and lean on me scared. I looked at her as she let go immediately embarrassed. But I wanted her to stay near me for just a little longer. Unable to hold myself back I put my arm on the back of her tiny waist and we walked to the car. Coby wanting to go have drinks with a friend and left us alone.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

Is it a coincident? ''With their warm, vibrant tones, orange roses symbolise enthusiasm and desire. If someone is looking for a way to express admiration and attraction—with an underlying message of passion and excitement, they'll send you a bouquet filled with these fiery blooms.'' She breathes out, smiling as she eyes each of the orange roses, ''I haven't seen him for quite some time, I'm not so sure if his interest has changed.'' ''I'm pretty sure they remain the same,'' I reply. She turns to me, ''It's beautiful how your name is Rose. Have you met my son, Elia?''

And as Martinez stepped into the dark foyer, the heavy, suffocating scent of expensive, sweet floral perfume hit my nose, completely masking the smell of the night. Seraphina’s perfume. Martinez stopped dead in his tracks, his entire body turning into a solid block of ice beneath me as he stared into the dark, empty house.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

By the time I stepped out, skin flushed and muscles tense, my irritation had only grown. I grabbed a towel, barely securing it around my waist as I yanked the door open, only to collide with something warm and soft. The scent of lavender hit me a second before I registered Liana stumbling back, her towel far too small and loose, slipping dangerously as she lost her balance.

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

"Happy birthday, babe." "Shut up, Evan." Bea grumbled from beside me. I inhaled deeply as I turned to look at Evan who was smiling brightly and holding roses in his hands. "Thanks, Ev." I clenched my jaw as I continued smiling at him, taking the roses and carefully placing them in my locker. I felt sick to my stomach. God, I wish this day was over already. It had barely begun. "So—there's a party tonight. We should go and have a crazy fun time since it is your day." He winked at me, excitement lighting up his eyes.

There was a trace of puzzlement in her eyes as she looked at Fabian, who hadn't been back for very long. Fabian's smile grew even brighter, yet it appeared all the more hideous and grotesque. "Yup." Yvonne walked closer to the sea of roses. I could tell she liked it very much, but there was something strange about her expression. "How did the roses here grow so well?" Yvonne murmured, gently stroking the rose blossoms. "Of course they're blooming beautifully. Yvonne, I know who you hate the most, so I turned him into fertilizer to nourish these roses."