Amy Rose Summer Novels & Stories

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.

At the end of the hall, a door sat slightly ajar. I pushed it open… and froze. The room was filled with portraits of me. Me dancing on stage. Me reading quietly in the library. Me sitting alone on a park bench, lost in thought. Every angle of me, every moment… Jordan had captured in painstaking detail. I stepped closer to one painting. That was seventeen-year-old me in mid-dance, skirt flying, laughter radiant. In the corner, there was a line of tiny words that read: My rose has finally come to me.

And yeah… Rose is finally in charge now. Watch her do her thing.

I take the flowers and give him a soft smile. “Thank you.” Relief washes over his face, so profound it makes his shoulders sag. “There’s that smile I’ve been waiting for all day.” Summer meets us at the door, her face lighting up when she sees the roses. “Wow! They’re so pretty! Who gave them to you, Mommy?” She buries her nose in the petals, giggling. “I did.” Helios grins, but Summer’s face falls into a pout. “Where’s mine?”

She smoothed down her skirt and took a seat to Martinez's right, completely unbothered. As the maids poured the coffee, Seraphina leaned back, her eyes locked onto Martinez’s face. "You know, seeing this dining room reminds me of that breathtaking villa we rented in Capri last summer, Martinez. Remember how we used to skip breakfast entirely because you couldn't keep your hands off my body?" "Shut your mouth, Seraphina," Martinez barked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble as he cut his steak.

She smiled and asked. “Summer, do you think that I can’t do anything to all of you because I lost the position of the head of the Ross family?” Rose smiled coldly and clenched her hands. “Let’s go!” Rose did not continue to cause a ruckus over here. She knew that there was no point to keep arguing. Summer was relieved and massaged her head because she had a headache as she got too nervous. Buzz! The phone vibrated. Summer lowered her head and looked at her phone. She took a deep breath. [My present has just arrived. Do you like it?]

As she is distracted, I run a short distance away to shift and then race back with the red Rose bouquet I hid earlier and wait for her to turn around. When she turns, she freezes in shock and I give her a wolfy grin back, the roses held gently in my jaws. ** “Lydia, I have a question for you.” “Okay.” “On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat, to the wolf, with the red roses?” ** Her pupils dilate with lust and her breathing increases, she understands the meaning behind those words. This is my pledge to her, my eternal promise, to be hers for life as she is mine.

Rose’s POV: So, now that work he wants to do from me. I am tired just by washing utensils and wants to go home to where I spend y whole life but this tire of work makes me to just lay down on sofa and I want to relax my body but he again came and give me another work to do. Truthly, I never want to do any other work because I also not have so much strength to do any other and it makes me more anger. And this time I want that he should eat me instead of doing all that work from me. This time I have to wash his clothes and finally after an hour I complete this work also and now it’s evening, the sun looks so beautiful from the terrace of mansion, at one side sun is sat and on the other side th

Where is Ara? He said he was at the amusement park. It's terrible! There are so many people here on Sundays." I am currently walking inside the amusement park, where there are many rides such as ferries wheel, roller coaster, carousel and so on. Because Ara called me last night. He said that we should meet here today at the amusement park because he has something important to tell me. But I have called him almost ten times but still no one answers. I'm worried about him.

Summer Love. I didn't think the summer part mattered. Sure we did fall in love during the summer. That doesn't mean I didn't expect it to last past that. It didn't matter to me that he was Nathan Kalis's school-bad boy. To me, he was just Nathan. The man couldn't go more than ten minutes before demanding a kiss. Who always wanted me to cuddle into him. And who loved listening to me read my books out loud.