Amy Rose Movie Design Novels & Stories

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

Farro laughed and clapped his hands joyfully as he watched me beg. "I didn't expect you to willingly kneel in front of me. You give up so easily, bomber?" he sneered. I didn't speak yet. I let him go on and on. "What are you doing, Rose?" Aycxe asked angrily on the line. "Please, just let me. Don't involve him in this," I begged again. Farro played with his jaw with his finger and signaled his staff to bring Jairon closer to his place.

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.

He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning. Inés’ chest tightened. She wove through dancers, slipped behind velvet drapery, and followed. The corridor was empty, save him and a single door she’d never noticed. “Inside,” he said. “No gun this time?” “Door,” he repeated, colder. She stepped through. A private lounge, mahogany bar, low sofas, no windows. Alejandro shut the door. Click. He moved past her to a safe embedded in the wall. Dial spun; hinges groaned.

Daisy rested against the headboard with her eyes closed. The door suddenly opened. Julia walked in with a bouquet of flowers. "Daisy, you're awake? I bought you lilies," she said with a smile. She set the flowers on the nightstand and pulled over a chair. Daisy remained silent. Julia stood up and walked to the window. She drew the curtains open. "Dario said you'll be discharged the day after tomorrow." She spoke with her back facing Daisy. "I already had the maids move your belongings into the guest room. Since I'm pregnant, it's more convenient for me to stay in the master bedroom."

He held it up to the light, the delicate pen pressed between his fingers - light yet exquisite. "I like it", he turned, staring at the bouquet of blue roses, his gaze complicated. Dylan scratched his head, an awkward laugh escaping his lips. "That... the flower shop i contacted had ran out of chamomiles and only had those". Matthew inhaled, nodding slowly with a low hum. "Thanks" "It was nothing actually, just something that i had to do...out of courtesy", Dylan smiled, waving his hands lightly. They stared at each other silently for a while, neither having a word to say. After a moment, Dylan cleared his throat, his hands running through his thick, strands of hair.

Alice stayed to gather some more info while Rose went straight to her office. Sitting on her desk, Rose bit at her newly manicured finger. Soon after, Alice knocked and entered the office to find Rose looking uneasy. It was uncharacteristic of Rose to show this side of her to anyone except for a few people she deemed close to her, one of whom was Alice. "Your outfit for the event is ready. Would you like to see it right now?" Alice said as she placed some folders on Rose's desk. "No, Maury has been my designer for years and is still Vercace's top designer. I trust he has done a good job as always," Rose replied absentmindedly.

That’s why I never planned to show Alpha Bruce the original department designs in the first place. I had known Mary would try something today. So I turned the tables and used this chance to showcase my own work—stunning everyone and earning their respect. It was also my way of letting these werewolves catch a glimpse of the wild roses from the Moon Temple. “Mr. Miller, do you have any other questions? Anything that needs revision?” I asked with a polite, professional smile. “No issues at all. Everything’s perfect,” Alpha Bruce said with repeated nods. “In that case, we’ll proceed with production based on these designs and aim to launch the ‘Roses Under the Moonlight’ series as soon as possib

All eyes turned to Adela again, like a spotlight had just clicked on. She didn’t respond—just walked over and plugged in her USB. Moments later, the design lit up the screen. The murmurs around the room quickly quieted. Adela began explaining calmly, demonstrating the rotating design. Her voice was steady and soothing, and soon the entire room was hanging on her every word. “This design is based on Gina’s request—a diamond arrangement shaped like a blooming rose. When the piece rotates, it gives the illusion of a dancing rose…” She spoke for three minutes straight. When she finished, the punk guy jumped up and started applauding.

“You knew? You knew the designs were mine?” “I knew they weren’t Cross Industries’,” Rosa said gently. “Isabella never told me who made them, but she said the real designer was ‘the only person who ever made the Cross name mean something.’ When I saw you in the penthouse yesterday—when I saw the way you hold those babies—I knew.”