Endless Rose Sweater Novels & Stories

My eyes meet his golden swirls, he clearly didn’t like the tone I used with him, but I didn’t fucking care at the moment. “Rose, you’re wearing your red sweater,” he says gently. My eyes travel down to my chest as I see clear as fucking day that I am indeed wear the Goddess forsaken sweater that I have been tearing up our rooms searching for this entire time, all the while I had forgotten that I put it on this morning because it was a bit chilly.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ I looked in the mirror before going, that was the most "common" sweater in Asra’s closet; at knee level, the only piece that was not transparent. The fit was perfect - but that wasn’t new, I considered it impossible that something didn’t look good on Asra’s body, but that particular sweater made her almost 'adorable'. I sighed. I still had a lot of exposed skin, but nothing I couldn’t solve, so I pulled out a little shawl I had there - a pretty shawl with embroidered golden flowers everywhere. That was the most delicate embroidery I’d ever seen.

How did it get there? Rain stared down at the rose she had found by her bedside the second the woke up. The scent drifting in the air and causing her to smile. It reminded her of her time in the cabin and Rain didn’t realize how much she missed waking up to the comforting scent of roses until this one was brought to her. Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently?

Just lay there in his arms, staring at his profile—so calm, so sure. His chest rose under my hand like nothing was wrong. I played with the pendant he never took off. Caught the back by accident. A rose. Tiny script beneath it: [To my dearest Rose Howell.] That was it. Something in me snapped clean.

My mouth went dry just looking at him. "It's a sweater," I said, holding up the oversized gray knit like evidence in my defense. The thing was massive, drowning my frame whenever I wore it, but it was soft and warm and mine. "Norway is cold." "Norway is cold," he agreed, his voice carrying that edge of amusement that meant he was about to say something that would piss me off. He pushed off the doorframe with lazy grace, each step toward me deliberate and measured. "But that thing is three sizes too big and looks like it survived a war."

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

The reason I never taught about luxury. Rose's expression softened. "She would want you to take one night off and be happy, Isa. She would want you to breathe." I looked away, guilt pressing down on me. "I can't just forget." "Yes, of course," said Rose, her voice steady. So with a beautiful smile, she stretched her hand into the bag and pulled out a sleeveless short black dress, holding out for me. I almost choked. "That's... that's not a dress. That indecent exposure."

Rosalie didn't like it . She flinged another one of her denim shorts and started to search the wardrobe once again from the scratch but Rosalie knew that chances of getting a proper dress in her wardrobe was a near impossible feat . She was just thinking whether she should make do with her poison ivy casual shirt and white pants when the most seductive of pine and amber dry cedar invaded her nostril . Rosalie felt her wolf purr in satisfaction , pulling back her ears and sniffing the air eagerly . Rosalie turned around and lo and behold , Aiden was standing in the room ; with a look of complete confusion and amusement on his face as he looked around the massacre Rosalie had done in their

Christine said to me while helping me rummage through the cabinet. I saw a white polo shirt with a knitted red rose on its upper right collar. “It’s not a date that you think it is. We’re just friends.” I hold the polo shirt higher for me to see its length. “What do you think about this?” I asked her.

She looked up from it after she got to the sitting room. Delilah eyed her from up to down and was envious of her dress. Rose was wearing a purple off-shoulder gown filled with sparkles to make it bright. It was cut from the left side to the right side at the front to make it higher while the back was to go lower. She had a black belt tied to her waist and at the top of her chest, there was an embroidery of love design with it. She was wearing a rare tiny diamond necklace and a pair of earrings that were exactly the type as the necklace.