Dear Rose Novels & Stories

“Why are you angry at me? Tell me so I can make it up to you.” She didn’t say a thing and kept her mouth shut before turning her head away in case he was going to kiss her. ‘He’s too deceiving.’ she told herself before comparing him to Lucas who looked and acted genuine. “So...yes?” Theo asked, putting his lips on the back of her hand, giving it a light kiss. “I have no interest in whatever you’re doing,” Rojean just said, pulling her hand away, thinking Sei was like that. “I don’t really feel well so if there’s nothing to discuss I’ll go now.”

Instead, her hands stayed on her face, caressing and nibbing. ‘How did she get to this? She remembered insulting the man in white at the burial ceremony of her best friend. His beauty hypnotized her at first. His prominent cheekbones and chiseled jaw had trapped her eyes in them. His silver glistening eyes devoured her own eyes, making it hard to look away.’

said Rose. “I know! Why is this wedding that was fixed on a whim so grand?” asked Seth. “I… I don’t know!” replied Rose, stunned. Red was her favourite colour. Her father had made sure that she always had rose plants in the garden. They both loved tending to roses together. When Lucas fell ill, Ursa and Vanessa made sure they uprooted every rose plant. Vanessa hated roses because they made her jealous. Rose was the Woolridge princess, and she was not. So, why was the whole hall decorated with every variety of rose there was?

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

“I forgot to ask the delivery man as well.” Crystal rose from her chair and sauntered towards Deborah, she received the flowers from her, and her discerning gaze inspected the contents of the note. “These red roses represent your ethereal beauty and my burning desire to have you, and love you for the rest of my life,” Crystal felt her heart drop as she struggled to proceed to the next paragraph. “Just like the roses you bring color to my dark life… Your secret admirer.”

Rose asked but all her answers were right before her. There were a couple of people outside who held a banner that read. (Would you go out with me princess? Please fix my broken heart nurse Rose?) This time around, it wasn't a flower that was handed to her but a pack of filled coffee with an attached note. Rose slowly pulled the note to read its content. ("Since you don't like flowers, here is something to wake you through your long hours!") She finished reading the note. "Who's idea is this?" Rose asked infuriated.

Get a grip. She looked offended. “Yours. Duh!” Rose said. “Why else do you think I would voluntarily come to the floor of doom?” “Stop being dramatic,” I rolled my eyes. “It’s not that bad up here. From who?” “How am I supposed to know?” she shot back, mirroring my eye roll. “There’s a card.” I set the bouquet on my desk. It smelled expensive. Fresh. Like someone had put thought into it. “Well,” Rose said, already backing away, “I better get going before Hades storms in here. And I will be waiting at lunch with my popcorn ready.”

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(Rose came downstairs) ROSE: Morning guys (took Logan tea and drank it) LOGAN: Rose, are you alright? ROSE: I totally am. (Looks at everyone) Why are you all giving me that look? Is there something on my face? (gestures to her face and when she didn't get an answer, she tapped River's shoulder) I'm going for a walk (went out) CLAIRE: When did she get confident in that kind of dressing? LOGAN & ANYA: Rose doesn't take tea. She's allergic to it.

I put my backpack down on the ground and carefully pick up the long steam thornless Rose's adding them to the others and pick up the envelope that just like the others has a neatly written card inside. These flowers are just a small Token of our affection for the goddess that is you among mortals. You like these roses are a timeless beauty. Please take a leap of faith with us and take our invitation. Will you go to dinner with us. Damien King. Seeing the word US multiple times in the letter had already cemented my suspicion that it was one of them. I'd never imagined that these small romantic displays would have been something they were capable of. It make my head spin and my emotions skyroc