Atlas Rose Novels & Stories

She had not spared them, and now I felt angry and disappointed in myself. We all sat in silence, and after a few minutes, Beta Atlas returned with Rose. “Alpha, Luna,” she bowed to us. “Do you know what this is?” I asked immediately, cutting to the chase. “Yes, Alpha. Beta Atlas already explained what it looks like to me, and I came with a book where I had seen it before,” she replied. “So what is it?” I asked eagerly.

My lungs burned, my legs screamed, but I didn’t care, adrenaline kept me moving faster, my heart hammering in my chest. Yoooo… you’re probably wondering who this bitch is. “Yeah, that’s me. Rose David.” But… no. That’s not really me. I’m Blaire. Rose is just a weak-ass body I’m borrowing, face and all. But we’re nothing alike totally, completely different, i don’t get caught like that, I don’t get pushed around, I don’t let anyone touch me unless I want them to. “And yeah… this is how it all started with that bitch,Rose”

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’

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"Yea. Atlas. Where did you go? I was waiting for you." Atlas held her one hand and put the rose on her palm. "Happy valentine's day." Catherine pouted her lips confusingly and stared at him for some time. "Atlas. What is valentine's day?" "It's the day when lovers express their affection to their loved ones with greetings and gifts." Atlas explained to her. "And you're my valentine." He said as he held her tiny hand and sat on the bench with her. Catherine smiled and leaned closer to him. Atlas gulped when she kissed on her cheek softly. "Happy valentine's day, Atlas." She lowered her blushing face and whispered.

I walked around to the back where the bay of glassed entrances was unlocked, and I let myself inside. No one was around, so I trudged to the library, which was empty. I waited a few minutes, except Isobel never showed, so I set the packet of rose seeds on the seat of her sofa with a note. Dear Miss Nash, I just wanted to apologize for my behavior on Saturday. I hope you will accept these seeds in peace offering. I was told they are for a rare midnight supreme rosebush that’s supposed to bud into black roses with blue tips. No one else who’s planted them has gotten them to grow, but I had a feeling you would be the exception to the rule. Good luck with your growing endeavors.

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.

Rose stretched her muscles as the shreds of the hospital gown fell to the ground and then she turned and ran into the trees. “Should we follow her?” Anatoly asked. Dracon though about it “I want to see where she is going…so let’s fly…” He said before they all shifted and flew after her. They watched her running free as they flew above. Rose let out an excited howl as she caught the scent of a rabbit. "AWWWOOOO"

Rose’s eyes held none of the cloudiness often associated with age. Instead, they gleamed with sharp intelligence. As she saw us approaching, her eyes twinkled. She said to Atlas, “You’re here and fashionably late!” Atlas’s eyes were warm as he smiled. He replied, “My beloved Grandma Rose, I’m just in time. No one noticed!” I had never seen Atlas like this before. The aloof and composed Atlas had a playful side to him! It seemed his relationship with Rose ran deep.

The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park. All the flowers were Jeffrey's favorites. Of all the flowers, there were no roses, which he chanted about as his favorite day and night. It was only at that moment that I realized that he loved roses but was unwilling to give them a place in his home. Jeffrey's exclusive ringing sounded, and the phone screen lit up. "I just got out of the hospital. Now I'm going to pick you up at the manor. "The rose bracelet is ready. You can bring it on later.