Estrella Rose Novels & Stories

Dark hair falling softly around her shoulders tonight instead of pinned up. And that face. God. That face. She stopped when she saw the rooftop properly. The lights. The roses. The skyline. Then her eyes found me standing near the center of it all. And softened instantly. I was already holding the bouquet. White roses. Fresh. Elegant. Wrapped simply in ivory silk ribbon. Nothing excessive. Just beautiful. Just her. I walked toward her slowly. “Happy birthday, Starling,” I said quietly. She looked at me. "I told you…"

Others swore they’d seen her once, only once, and never again. But all agreed on one thing: she was untouchable. Unreal. A ghost of the stage. And now… somehow… she was here. Esther. “Look—her face!” “What about it?!” “The rose! It’s gone!” ***

Estrella had always been great with her patients. Pulling pack the needle, Estrella placed it upon a silver tray before putting a bandage on the area she drew blood from. Rosalie was getting some of her strength back just after a few days of being here. That was because Estrella was the best doctor in the pack. "Estrella." I called her name. "Can I borrow you for a moment?" "Of course, Beta." She turned to Rosalie and smiled, "I will be right back. Try to drink the soup while I step out."

" There were plenty of flower shops along the way, but none of them satisfied Willow. Eventually, she picked a store that looked clean and pretty and had beautifully wrapped flowers. Willow stepped inside. The shop owner greeted her with a smile. "What kind of flowers do you want to buy, kid?" "Roses!" Willow declared boldly. She heard that roses symbolized love. If she gave roses to her parents, they would surely understand just how much she loved them. The shop owner led her to the roses. "You can choose the roses, kid." "Thank you." Willow watched carefully from the side. There were different colors of roses—white ones, red ones, and even roses that gradually transitioned from white to bl

"I couldn't agree more, Estella. Wildflowers have a certain charm and simplicity that captivates the heart. But I must admit, there's a special place in my heart for roses. Their delicate petals and intoxicating fragrance evoke a sense of romance and beauty." Estella's eyes widened with delight. "Roses are truly exquisite, Lucy. They symbolize so much—love, passion, and elegance. I can see why they hold a special place in your heart.". However, in the midst of their interaction, Lucy made a slip of the tongue, accidentally referring to Estella as Maddie. Estella's eyes widened in surprise, a perplexed expression crossing her face. "Maddie?" she echoed, her voice filled with curiosity. ⁷

Stella's words were a clear, undisguised jab at Jaylene's previously feigned illness during the family reunion​​. Jaylene's face turned pallid with anger. "You—" Possibly anticipating another impulsive remark, Darcie finally intervened, "Stella, the essential oil you have isn't made from roses. I detect scents of sandalwood, chamomile, and wild orchid, but not roses." Stella hesitated, furrowing her brows. "That's not right. They specifically told me it was infused with roses. I bought it because roses are my favorite."

Royle told Jay he later gave Jay roses too. Stella glanced at the flowers, and of course she was a little skeptical about buying these flowers. Because according to her memory, Esther didn't like that flower at all, not only that, but she really hated it. She just likes flowers that look soft and have a light scent like a lily. That made Stella feel even more strange, she couldn't think of what kind of person the new object he had just found would be. But whoever it was, it had nothing to do with her anymore. Then, she didn't worry about him bothering her anymore.

Not something Eclipsa would choose but I'm guessing choices are limited in wherever they are. "I love you guys. Please tell them when you see them. I love you all so fucking much. It hurts." "I'm sure it does. But you'll be fine. Anastasia, you need to finish this. The alpha won't believe you, so you've been gathering proof. It's in the roses. Check the roses. Okay?" I pulled back, and her thumb brushed over my eyes. "You've always been different from us. We're here with you, Ana. You can get to us whenever. I'm not sure how. There's something different about where we are. We're dead, but also trapped somewhere bad. But I know we're with you."

"Don't go." Estella blinked. For a moment, she couldn't speak. A small smile eventually appeared. "Even drunk, you still recognize me." Aizen let out a quiet laugh. His eyes remained closed. "I know your scent." Her brows lifted. "My scent?" "Mm." "What does it smell like?" Silence. Then— "Pink roses after the rain." Estella stopped breathing. The answer came so naturally. So honestly. "It calms me." Her heart squeezed painfully. Slowly, her gaze wandered across the room.

Rose had slowly emerged from the shadows and clasped her hand around his. I watched as her golden brown hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders… Rose was beautiful, and as she walked him, the haunting thought that they looked so perfect for each other, mocked me. She had worn a flowing sky-blue dress and looked so innocent, but what struck me was the wreath on her head. A circle of moon-wild flowers, braided with silver stems… the Luna’s wreath, identical to the wreath resting atop my head. The symbol of Luna’s honor.