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Her peaceful bubble of life, pinned down and leaking with every new minute she spent in her old house. All of it stemmed from that single face that hovered at the edges of her nerves like a plague. Her hand that moves to adjust her pillow touches a sleek texture and the young girl pauses. The resin rose is staring up at her like it always did when she lays her gaze on it. Faintly, she remembers clutching at it before she went to sleep, but it only adds more irritation to Alina's already crumbling mood. Without a word, she sets it down with a clank, and then heads out the room with a tug of a new bubble gum pink shirt.

Keres' angered expression faltered to that of worry, and he took a step back and looked at me apologetically. Rosalind took a deep breath to calm herself, and instantly her usual mischievous and playful demeanour returned. "Right, this will hurt a bit, but we have to do this, I am afraid, dearie. Brace yourself," she warned, then moved her hands elegantly like a conductor. The water lifted around me like a graceful fountain, almost mesmerisingly, until it turned into sharpened spikes firing toward me.

“Let’s carry out the last option.” *** Rosealba sat in front of her office desk, fingers dancing steadily over the keyboard. She was near the final chapter—the very end of the book her love affair with Drystan had pushed her to write. Her cheeks glowed with excitement her eyes glinting with every word that unfolded on the screen. It was a love story drenched in pain, fire, and rebirth. A reflection of everything they’d survived. Of everything he had dragged her out of. She had poured her soul into those pages.

Chapter Seven: A BREACH IN SECURITY Rojean opened her eyes, her hands shielding them from the glare of the light from the window which curtains were opened. Her phone kept buzzing that caused her to wake up from her slumber. It didn’t bother her as she didn’t really have the time at the moment to go over any thought process but once she took a peek at her phone and Krister was constantly sending her messages, she sat up and breathed out. She realised that it was a quarter and a half past 7 and that it was too early to be dealing with Krister’s business but nevertheless she called him up to know what was going on.

As with all things, the man was more a sinner than a saint, she was quite sure. "I blame Lucien. He's been reading those stories by that awful L. R. Gloucester. I wouldn't touch them, but Lucien wagered I couldn't finish one. And then I admit I was rather sucked in. I am ashamed to admit I've devoured every book she's written." "She?" Rosalind stared the initials on the book. "How do you know it's a woman?" Ashton came around the table and joined her at the shelf, pulling the volume out.

Whatever book I was looking for, I knew that when I found it, I would know it. “Where is your mother?” I asked as I picked dusty books one after the other. “She is gone.” His voice dropped as he dropped a book he was holding. “Sorry about that,” I mumbled, loud enough for him to hear. “Her name was Rosalie,” he chuckled and walked past me to pick another book. Rosalie… Nightbane never mentioned her. “Someone is coming…” Ryan said and grabbed my wrist. “It’s the Luna.” He whispered. “Nyxora?” I blurted, my heart thudded in my chest and the door creaked open, ushering Nyxora into the archive.

I’m sure it’ll happen one day. I realize that I haven’t made it past a single page of my book. Ironically, it’s about pup-bearing. Rose has read—and re-read—every book in the castle library on childbirth, and since I’m both guarding her and hoping to have pups of my own one day, I’m trying to catch up with her on the reading part just so I know everything she knows, so I’ve checked out a few books of my own.

Because all that days revolving like memories in my mind after the death of mom and dad. .. . . Suddenly, all of the views and houses and children have disappeared. There is no light remaining. It is full darkness. No one was there. The road is empty and houses appear like ghosts' houses. Rose walks alone and runs here and there to find her house. She badly forgot everything and does not know what to do and where to go??? His brother who walked along with her disappeared and nobody was there. Suddenly, a gate opened and a little girl ran into the house. Rose ran and followed that little girl and knocked on that door where she was going. The gate was covered in black color and everywhere it w

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.

The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly. His gaze was full of her. He smiled and pointed to the flowerpot she had just placed nearby. Half teasing, he said, “Then Cecilia is a red rose. Delicate and thorny. Only I can afford to take care of you.” Cecilia turned and looked at the roses Lucas had placed in the room that morning. And tears streamed silently down her face.