Alaska Rose Novels & Stories

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?''

Attached to the suit pocket was a lapel rose flower brooch, and the slux had a light golden rose pattern design on the left side, showcasing the luxurious craftsmanship of the El Palo De Rosa brand. Allistair styled his hair into a half-bun using a red rose flower hairpin as a tie. He applied rose-scented lip gloss and spritzed on a perfume with a blend of rose and vanilla extracts. To complete the ensemble, he wore his Rolex with a rose gold bloom. Everything Allistair wore was from the El Palo De Rosa brand, embodying the elegance and sophistication passed down from Raine and Alexander. With his look perfected, he teleported to his secret sanctuary in the forest to gather his thoughts for

In the main hall of the Rose family estate, Rose looked at her wedding dress with no sign of weakness from silver poisoning on her face. "Rose, will this really work? You're pretending to be dying to trick the Alpha into holding a mating ceremony with you. If we're exposed, we'll be punished by the Alpha." Rose's father looked worried, seeing no movement until now. Just then, a servant came to Rose's side and whispered something. Rose's face showed a triumphant expression. "Dad, don't worry. The Alpha is here. Once we drive Serena Cross away, the Alpha's mate position will be mine."

He kissed my earlobe then pulled it in to suck on it. And I was close. “Who’s your Alpha, Rose?” asked the deep voice. I pressed my forehead hard against that strong shoulder, my mouth wide open to welcome the splendid fireworks of sensations. “Answer me,” Rum demanded. “You,” I sighed and a shudder coursed through me.

Her voice was small as she lifted her head to look at him with her big watery eyes. His heart broke a little when he looked at her. He knelt down beside her. One of his hands behind his back. " I went to find something I thought you would like while you were at the lake. I didn't mean to be away so long and I'm not pretending to like you.", Brodie took his hand out from behind his back. "This is the Bloodrose that our pack is named after.", in his hand was a beautiful flower, deep crimson in colour. He put it in her hair and wiped away her tears.

“It has the sweetest scent. Like vanilla and honey and warm summer nights. People come from miles just to find it.” I stared at her, wide-eyed. She knew the name of a flower most wolves would call “that ugly purple thing.” She knew its cycle, its scent, its description. She was Smart and curious Always noticing the details others missed. She straightened, brushing dirt from her fingers, and met my gaze. The playfulness faded into something quieter. I cleared my throat. The rose in my hand suddenly felt ridiculous, but I held it out anyway. “How do you feel about accepting me?” I asked. “Officially. As your Alpha. As your mate.”

I asked suddenly, as it smelled different, and saw something made into the bar that I was not familiar with using. "Those are rose petals, Alpha Caine," she responded. "Rose petals?" "Yes, the special bars are made with natural ingredients to be more pleasing to a wolf while they are in their heat. The rose petals have a sweet scent and when they are mashed when rubbed against the skin, they have a soothing ability. We also have rose oil to help moisten dried skin as well for the after-bath treatment, only if you think it will be needed, that is." "Well now," I said, raising the bar to my nose once more, taking in its fragrance. I also showed Alasia the bar in my hand. She moved her neck, wa

The Black Rose was the only flower in a graveyard of ice. But then, she heard it. A faint, rhythmic beeping from her tactical comms. A signal, not from the place she was but from the different dimensions. A path of serenity that no one understood.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

He'd forgotten that he, too, used to treasure her, and yet, he was the one who abandoned her in the end. He'd forgotten way too many things, and this was his retribution now. "W-what are you saying?" Layla stepped back in disbelief, tears gushing from her eyes. "The middle notes of this perfume are rose and sandalwood," Eric said. "You said that you were deathly allergic to roses. But if that were the case, then why haven't you been having any allergic reactions when you've been wearing this every day?" Layla's eyes widened in disbelief as her face paled, her delicate makeup somewhat distorted by the terror on her face.