Amy Rose Novels & Stories

He stopped running and looked at her and greeted her back. "What are you doing here..." He asked. "It's a beautiful morning so I came to the garden, I like it..." She replied. They were talking when damian saw rose coming out from the main door, she was wearing black clothes and boots. "Good morning Arie..." Isabella said and rose wished her back. "Rose, where are you going?..." Damian asked frowning. "It's Sunday boss, I am taking a day off..." She replied in monotone and walked past them.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

“I'll go get more drinks.” Rose announced as she stepped foot inside her kitchen and walking by the refrigerator. She opened it and already took out few numbers of canned soft drinks and beers. She was excited and happy. It wasn't everyday that her home was crowded with lots of people she didn't know. Today was Azazel's birthday and Rose had taken it upon herself to make today a special day for Azazel. Even though it might look like she was trying too hard but she knew she had to for appearances but also because she wanted to do this much for Azazel.

I look like myself in a way that the white dress alone would not have managed, and I understand, standing here, that this is what he wanted me to see. He wanted me to see myself as he sees me. When I step back out into the room, Aurora makes a sound that is not quite a word, and Sophia blinks too fast and looks away for a second before looking back. "You look like the fire lady," Rose says. I look down at her. "Is that good?" She nods with complete certainty as she finally hands me the rose that she has been holding all this time. "Fire ladies are the strongest ones, just like roses."

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

“Okay. What about the others?” He swiped to the next picture. A petite woman with auburn hair and an infectious smile stared back at me. “This is Rose. She’s a veterinary doctor, but she loves flowers and plants them in her home. You’ll find her at art shows or out in nature with her camera. She’s the creative one. If Liv was looking to get away and do something spontaneous, it’d be Rose who’d she go with.”

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

Rose slowly placed her phone on the desk, her hands trembling. Romilda was trying to erase herself. And Rose had a bad feeling creep over her. “What are you planning right now, Roe?”

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."