Dear Rose Novels & Stories

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

“But—” I stepped closer, leaning against the desk. “But what? You’d rather go back there? Let them keep playing their little games?” Her jaw tightened. She swallowed. That answers enough. I softened my tone. Just a little. “Rose,” I said quietly, stepping back so I wouldn’t crowd her, “this isn’t charity. And it’s not pity.” Her eyes flicked up to mine. “Plus…” I muttered, before I could stop myself, “I sleep better knowing you’re not walking past four vipers every morning.”

It was the memory card that he inserted and kept inside his hand. "I'm sorry, Mina. If I didn't protect you and forgive me if I do." I said and gradually peeled off the marked seam on his hand with sharp scissors. It was against my will to do that and I had no right to visit him at his grave because I was able to save him in those moments. After I got the small memory card from him, I also immediately put his grave back in order and I also offered a white rose as a farewell to him and because I know that flower is his favorite. I also left a prayer for him to help us end this crime and punish the people who should be punished, especially the person who did this to him.

Opening the piece of paper, I held my breath as I read the inky words written by Prince Adrian. Dear Little Rose, From only one look, I was captivated. Your beauty amazes me each time I see your precious eyes, flawless skin, and supple lips. There is no doubt that you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in all of my twenty one years. As a gift, I give you six red roses to represent love at first sight. I know this may seem a bit much, but I would really love to get to know you more. You're not like other girls. You'll never be like other girls.

Its petals, once vibrant and full of life, were now delicate and brittle, its color faded over time. As I held the dried rose, an unexpected image flashed before my eyes. It was Stassie, her radiant smile lighting up her face. It was a smile that could outshine the sun, a smile that had the power to make anyone's day brighter. The rose, in its silent beauty, reminded me of her.

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

And surprisingly it did not offend her rather her smile saddened. * Rose: who are you and where is I? ??? : Dear , I am the Moon Goddess , you can call me Selene and to answer your other question you are in your unconscious mind .the reason you are here is that I need to tell you something important. Rose: your highness.

A soft knock woke Rose as her eyes fluttered open slowly. She had a slight headache from crying the previous day. On her bed was a bouquet of Roses with a note which read, [I’m sorry about yesterday, Happy 3rd Anniversary.] A smile stretched Rose’s face as she lifted the flowers to smell them. She was allergic to Roses which was funny because her name was Rose. But she held them with a full heart, ‘He must have been in such a hurry that he forgot about my allergy.’ she thought just as Ethan walked in.

A gentle hand petted through brown locks, and those warm eyes landed on her again, "What is your favorite flower, miss. Croix?" "I like…" She bit his lip, trying to think, but only one answer came to mind, "roses." An amused chuckle hit her ears, "Red ones?" "…No." A simple denial. "Then what is your favorite?" "I don't have one." The laugh sounded again, and Alina felt her cheeks grow hot.

The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection. Kaia, surprised and touched by Beau's whimsical move, accepted the rose with a radiant smile. The exchange added a unique and personal touch to their union, creating a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of all who witnessed it. The red rose, now a part of their shared narrative, became a poignant symbol of the spontaneity and romance woven into the fabric of their love story.