Alaska Rose Novels & Stories

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.

"How could I possibly miss this?" If they want to play the game of who can disguise their intentions the best, then Alaska will win. She has three years of dragging herself up through the mud. She tasted that rock bottom, she laid there and rotted there for far too long, everything from then was a mask while she carefully crafted herself into the person they see in front of them. The soft and sweet girl of before is gone, but that is all anyone can see now. They can’t see her multitude of walls, the numerous reinforcements, the bracing, the strength, and they certainly can’t see all her merciless ideas that are swirling in her head only increasing in velocity before they start falling into p

Multiple delivery trucks from the FedEx delivery company lined up in the driveway. And men in uniforms were unloading Rose flower bouquets—each of them beautifully plaited and tied with a pink ribbon. Not just a few bouquets, but thousands of them. Alpha literally bought all the flowers in the city of Seattle. The first truck was filled with white roses—hundreds of them, each one perfect and their petals white like snow. The delivery men were carrying them in armfuls, setting them down on the porch, in the entryway, and anywhere they could find space around Annie.

“It suits you, Wild Rose.” She shook her head. “It makes me reckless.” “It makes you dangerous.” Their eyes held each other. “Are you what the wolves call an Alpha?” “I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t bow to any Alpha, my wolf won’t let me.” The music changed tempo, slower now. Kaelyn didn’t release her. Even after she pulled back, his hand remained at her waist, steady and anchoring. He had no intention of letting the moment slip away.

Adeel said and Azisha got startled by his presence "When did you come? You had time to come." Azisha said "I just came now. Happy birthday Azisha," Adeel said and handed her the Rose bouquet Azisha smiled looking at the Rose bouquet. She is allergic to Roses and Adeel does not even know that. "I can not take them. Sorry I am allergic to them." Azisha said still smiling Adeel took that bouquet and placed it away. "it is ok, you do not have to say sorry. I am sorry I did not knew that you are allergic to them." Adeel apologised to her

But that day, I go back with a wavering feeling. It has been one year since then, Now I'm 18 years old and I also get closer to Mark and get to know his ambitions along with dex. I've decided to plant a trust in them and so I trained and joined the gang while also being a member of Shallow Rail. I gain a new title that soon rose up in the media after a few missions, they call me ' The Rose Empress'. It was formed after they found a black rose along with a strong rose scent on my dead victim. It just somehow became my trademark even tho initially, I put a rose to show a tad of grieve. For me, it was a mission but for them, it's the end of their life so I want to at least pay my respect as a f

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’

" Rose, If you're reading this means you're making 25 years age. Congratulations on that achievement baby how I wish could be there to see you. You must have grown into a beautiful young lady, my young lady. I don't know how life is going to be for you without me but be sure of one thing even in death I will love. I wanted to stay by your side and see you grow but I can't fight anymore. When you first said " Mama " I realised you're my whole life and my everything. So I named you Rose, cause you looked beautiful like them at that time.

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

I opened my own studio, and my days became full, vibrant, and happy. One night, Jordan stepped out of the shower, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on the small of his back. I leaned closer. It was a rose in full bloom—beside it, a little girl dancing. My fingertips trembled as I traced it, my eyes stinging. "I had it done when I was seventeen," he said softly. His gaze lowered to mine, eyes shimmering with starlight. "I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride."