Endless Rose Sweater Novels & Stories

The rose-gold color material for waistcoat had miniature roses embroidered using dark burgundy metallic thread covering the entire cloth. A single large cluster of roses was embroidered on the rose-gold in organza material on the portion of the cravat that would adorn the front of the knot. Jack dutifully delivered all the material for the men’s sets once Mira finished at the end of the week and collected the completed work for the ladies. While all was well at Mira’s end, things were not so simple at the Slegh estate. Lotta woke up from her sleep, in exhaustion and fear as she heard the door opening. She didn’t have strength for any more indulgence.

The woman they called Rose led us through the massive pack house, her lavender-colored hair catching the light every time she turned to acknowledge one of the wolves who waved or greeted her. She responded to each one with a warm smile, her presence exuding effortless kindness. I couldn't stop staring at her hair—it was unlike anything I had ever seen before, like strands of spun lilac, soft and otherworldly. Pearl nudged me, breaking my trance, and I realized Rose was speaking to me.

"I suppose…" I internally chuckled and shook my head. Adolescent females… "My clothes are fairly wet, and I'm still quite cold," Rose changed the subject. "Do you mind if I clean up and switch into something warmer and dryer?" I decided not to return to the previous topic. "Not at all. I have just the thing." I rose from the bed and went to my wooden wardrobe, which was adjacent to the door, rummaging through old clothes from my adolescence and childhood. After searching for a few moments, I found a white sweater with black trousers and a brown belt—I thought Rose should have clothes that were the same color as her own, from what I could tell. I went back to her and handed them over. "You ca

Then she took quill and parchment from the bedside table and wrote in her elegant script: *These clothes are mine.* *I’m giving them to you as a gift of our friendship.* *I hope it might grow.* *— Victoria Rose* She placed the note on top of the folded dress, weighting it with a small obsidian rose brooch. When Raven emerged from the bathroom—wrapped in one of the white towels, damp hair clinging to her shoulders—she froze at the sight of the crimson silk. Her travel clothes lay in a dirty heap on the floor where she’d left them; she’d been about to pull them back on, resigned to filth.

"You're impossible to shop with." "You're the one dragging me through pink stores,” he replied. "Because you're shopping for Althea! She's a girl, Ethan. A very feminine one." He didn't reply. He just continued walking beside me in silence. After a few minutes, we ended up in a high-end boutique. As we browsed through the racks, something caught my eye. It was a sweater. A beautiful, slightly oversized knitted sweater in shade of cream with tiny flowers along the edge.

She looked at the opposite side of the bed but found no one. "How do I get here?" She muttered with her eyes full of tears. It's her first time, the pain was much. She finds it difficult to stands from the bed. She staggered a little but she lean on the wall to regain her strength. She looked around for her clothes, She saw her blue gown and her white bra rumple on the flow and saw her pant at the left side of the bed which she slowly walked towards the direction to pickup. She saw the door of the bathroom opened and rush in to wash the blood on her body off.

Rosa lunged forward, reaching out her hand as if to yank the strip off Brawen's face. Brawen panicked and turned away: "Don't...take it off I will scare people to death, my irises are very bad". Rosa saw this and sighed: "Sorry Brawen. I heard hunter wounds leave bad scars, I'm sorry too, without it, you'd be 100% perfect." "It's okay," Brawen mumbled. As if remembering something, Rosaly turned around and took out a small box from the gift box: "That's right, Brawen, your relative seems to have prepared a sweater for you, you can rest assured."