Amy Rose Novels & Stories

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

Rose has always had an expensive taste, a rare one at that, and she often ditches men she finds either too clingy or too arrogant, her standards high and unwavering. “Hello, ladies -” Just as we settle into the comforting rhythm of our conversation, Rafael joins us uninvited, his presence casting a shadow over our peaceful moment. “Are you here to have a conversation about babies and diapers?” Rose, ever the bold one, manages to handle his sarcasm with grace and composure, her sharp wit and quick tongue keeping him in check. “You don’t seem like the kind of woman who talks about diapers and baby bottles -” he winks. Despite Rafael's disruptive presence, the bond between Rose and me remains u

The name hit like thunder splitting the sky. He jerked his head toward Adeline. "What did you say? Who is she?" Adeline's lips curled into a faint, bitter smile. "I'm Adeline. And she's Rose. Now do you get it?" When I was three, I became an orphan. Helen Murphy from the orphanage found me and gave me the name Rose. Two years later, a little boy arrived. He was quiet and distant. He never played with the others; he was always the target of their bullying.

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

Just… him. But maybe that was me dreaming again. That’s when Ausley walked in… tall, tidy, holding a bunch of white roses. “Ms. Summers,” he said, stepping forward. “Mr. Van Halen asked me to deliver these.” I blinked. “Roses?” Sydney jumped in before I could say a word. “She hates white roses,” she said, crossing her arms… though she was already checking Ausley out too. God, she was hopeless. I sighed and pulled out my phone. Enough was enough.

Cedric said with a smile. "What kind of day?" "Your one-year recovery anniversary." He pulled out a bouquet of flowers. "Congratulations—on being reborn." I took the bouquet, my eyes misting over. "Thank you, Cedric. For this past year… for staying by my side." "Silly girl," he said gently. "I told you, I'd wait as long as it takes. So… are you ready to give me a chance now?" I paused for a few seconds, then smiled. "Alright."

The hall quietened, the silence hanging like a thick veil - almost as if everyone had suddenly held their breaths on wisp. The red - haired male stepped forward, reaching out for the bouquet of roses. His eyes filled with silent contemplation as he stared at the blooming,fresh roses and then at Dylan's expecting eyes. Without another thought he tossed the roses to the ground, trampling on them with his shoes tilled their petals scattered around in the dust. Gasps rippled through the halls, a clear expression of shock from the watching bystanders. "Dylan, how many times must i have to turn you away and how many times must you embarrass yourself in public like this?. You know.....", Simone pau

Aria turned around, a genuine, warm smile instantly touching her face. Hurrying out from the back storeroom was Rose. She was nineteen years old, with bright, wide blue eyes and a messy ponytail. She was wearing an oversized green sweater that looked like it had been washed a hundred times. Rose was an orphan, aging out of the state system last year, and she practically lived at the bookstore. She was the sweetest, most unabashedly innocent person Aria had ever met in her entire life. Rose practically bounced over to the counter, holding up a tiny, incredibly soft yellow knitted blanket.

And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground. "E-Eric… let go… I can't breathe…" Eric looked down at her, his handsome face gradually souring. "Did you forget, Layla, that the perfume you're using is Avril's favorite scent, with the main ingredient being rose oil? I bought her many bottles of rose perfume in the past because of how much she likes the scent of roses. I'd just forgotten about it later on…" Eric suddenly let out a self-deprecating laugh. Indeed, he'd forgotten too many things.

He stayed in the car and waited. Holding a bouquet of white roses, Daisy slowly walked through rows of gravestones until she stopped in front of the one tucked away in the farthest corner. The stone bore only Dario's name and the years of his birth and death. In the photograph, he had on a black suit. His distinct features were exactly the same as the first time Daisy had met him. She placed the white roses in front of the gravestone and stood there silently for a long time. Finally, she said softly, "When I said I wouldn't forgive you, I meant it. But I don't hate you anymore either. Rest in peace."