Amy Rose Novels & Stories

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

I shouldn't be here, the slight tug comes to ahalt, as anna leaves my hands, a couple holding hands approach, holding hands with each other, as they both stare at Anna, then at me. " Well mom, dad, this is Rose, Asher’s new assistant, I told you about '' she said, the older lady beams at me, she had her blonde hair in low cut, suiting her round cleft chin, her lips part gently, as she said “ welcome darling, you look gorgeous” stew thing her arms wide open for a hug I wouldn’t dare miss.

The teenage girl smirked and suddenly disappeared. ‘Hey’ ivory shouted ‘who are you?’ ‘Me’ the girl said suddenly appearing near the dried up puddle. ‘The name is Anita and let’s say I was a close confident of ivory before she vanished…she ordered me too take care of you’. ‘Is she dead’ ivory or rather ivy asked curiously. ‘No, she’s very much alive’. ‘Then where is she, why am I here and am I dead back on earth…and why did I have a dream where she or rather I disintegrate into ashes’.

"How do you know the names of all of them?" Amy asked. "I grew up as a daughter of a horticulturist," she answered with a proud grin. "I see." Amy said. They continued to walk through the town until Amy spotted a bright pink rose. Its design was quite unique. She had never seen a rose of its kind. "I can see you fancy that one," a guttural voice said coming from beside her. She turned to see who it was and was stunned to see a lean young man with a smile plastered on his face and his hands pocketed in his pants. "Excuse me?" Amy asked. "You like that one don't you?" He questioned.

Rose didn't realize her sigh of regret had slipped out aloud. Yara was momentarily taken aback. Then, she let out a cold laugh. "Pity? Ms. Shaffer, you probably don't know its value, and you dare say it's a pity…" She glanced at the evening gown Rose was staring at. Although it was hanging in the furthest corner of the wall, it was still very valuable. What right did Rose have to call it a pity? "Ms. Maize, you don't know this, but Rosie designs not only jewelry but also clothing," Anastasia explained when she noticed Rose's unusual behavior.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

Ashley refused to give up and glanced at the sultry woman sprawled comfortably in the back. “Then who exactly are you?” “Me?” Red Rose admired her freshly done crystal nails, completely unconcerned. “That’s a secret. Don’t ask. If you want to know anything, go ask your precious Miss Q. Now drive, kiddo. I’m tired.” “Who’re you calling kiddo?! I’m twenty-four! I could be married by now!” “Oh? Got a boyfriend?” Ashley deflated, “…No.” “Bet you’ve never dated either, huh?”

Amy Amy walked carefully through the rose garden after finding a note on her bed with a rose, she smiled slightly feeling appreciated by Kael, the moonlight casting soft shadows on the path. Her robe brushed against the petals of the bushes as she approached the clearing, where a table was set for two. Candles flickered in the gentle breeze, and the scent of roses mixed with the aroma of fresh, warm food. Her heart thumped softly, a mix of fatigue and curiosity. Kael wasn’t home yet, so her first thought was that this was a gesture from him—a quiet apology for the tension earlier. She approached the table, her fingers brushing the neatly folded note resting beside the silverware. She unfolde

Before Seraphina could answer, the study door swung open with a loud crash. Rodah stood in the doorway, her breathing heavy, her emerald dress slightly wrinkled. She started to talk. I knew she had marched up here to confront me about the breakfast incident, but the moment her eyes landed on Seraphina standing inches away from me, her face turned pale, then flushed with immediate, unbridled fury. "Am I interrupting your little reunion?" Rodah spat, her voice shaking as she stepped into the room. Seraphina didn't skip a beat. The venomous look on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a sweet, sugary, and deeply apologetic expression. She smoothed down her crimson dress and took a step back