Amy Rose Novels & Stories

echoed in my head again and again, tearing at what little pride I had left. But what could I do? He was Lucas Rodriguez—untouchable, arrogant, and dangerous. Tessa rushed in and wrapped her arms around me, guiding me back to my room. I was still crying when my phone began to ring. I sniffed, forcing my voice to steady, and answered the call. But the moment I heard what was said, my heart stopped.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

“But what are you doing here?” Her eyes suddenly lit up with curiosity. “And wasn’t that your boss, Jabco Grey, outside?” she added casually. “I saw him getting into his car.” She dragged her suitcase inside and left it near the door. Rose was twenty, a university student, still young and careless in many ways. She was Riyana’s stepfather’s daughter from his first wife. After his wife passed away, he married Riyana’s mother. Their relationship was normal, not too close, not too distant.

Is it a coincident? ''With their warm, vibrant tones, orange roses symbolise enthusiasm and desire. If someone is looking for a way to express admiration and attraction—with an underlying message of passion and excitement, they'll send you a bouquet filled with these fiery blooms.'' She breathes out, smiling as she eyes each of the orange roses, ''I haven't seen him for quite some time, I'm not so sure if his interest has changed.'' ''I'm pretty sure they remain the same,'' I reply. She turns to me, ''It's beautiful how your name is Rose. Have you met my son, Elia?''

“No!” As soon as she said that, Rose's childishness appeared again. She widened her inky, black eyes and stared straight at Jay. She started tooting her own horn. "But she has a lovely voice as if it can soothe all the worries that plague a person's mind. Don't you think so?" Jay could not help himself. “Mm.” What a boastful narcissist! Rose decided to take it one step further. “Grayson, Sir Ares likes that song too. Please turn on the volume.”

Said Amara joining their hands together. After a few days. It had been some days after that incident and Amara life was going perfectly fine as she describes it. She would clean the house and prepare breakfast early morning and reach school on time and after school she would Go to work. Her working schedules were just perfect. She would work till 3pm to 7pm and reach home just before her parents arrive. She was hiding the fact that she worked from her parents. She was happy at what life was giving her but only one thing... one thing was there Troubling her every single day. "THE ROSE" Yes the rose. Every single day Amara would receive a Yellow rose and a note that said "SORRY -Adrian" inside

"Rose. I still don't know what the hell is my part of this 'oh so mighty' operation. You guys didn't even explain the whole plan to me! How am I supposed to know you guys weren't just teasing me?" "Excuses, excuses. Trust us brother, we already have the perfect plan on hand. The only thing that's lacking is your participation. Now, sit and don't argue!" Rose said as she grabbed his shoulders and forced him to sit down on the chair. Ash sighed in defeat and just let her do what she wanted, knowing full well she will have her way with him no matter what. Rose was grinning the whole time she did his hair and makeup. She had cut his bangs above his eyes. Ash instantly blushed understanding Rose

Rosalie frowned as she held her knees to her chest. “Of course you cant.” Ryan told her placing his hands on hers. “Because your not my mate.” “Asrar,” Rosalie started but could finish. “Asrar loves you for who you are Rosalie. So what, he has to sort out his mini me with cold water. We all have had to do it once or twice. You girl hold the teasing back which most women don’t.” Ryan chuckled. “You have made him the happiest man alive Rosalie. You took a grumpy horny old man and gave us a young gentlemen.”

“Now, Rose, let’s start from the beginning. What is your full name?” “Rose Harriet Braedon,” she answered. “I’m eighteen, and terrified.” Officer West gave her a reassuring smile. “I can tell. Are you a student at Gayl University?” Rose nodded. “I’m an English major.” “Were you in that building for class?”

" 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.