Estrella Rose Novels & Stories

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...

the stranger was already tipsy, she stumbled on the table staring at Rose. Rose shook her head in disbelief. “Weird.” she said as she gulped the first shot of the tequila liquor. “I’m Stella.” she introduced herself as she unintentionally hiccuped with her mouth open, Rose immediately covered her face with her hands. “You are really weird.” she rolled her eyes away from the lady that was about pissing her off.

“Grows on meteorites? “She laughed slightly. “Yes. It looks like a diamond. Acts like a diamond. But it is a star stone. Somehow when I thought of that, I knew that was what I wanted to get you on the day our sons were born.” He said as he slipped it on her finger. “A piece of the stars from me to you.”

Elena and Serena exchanged uneasy glances. Amelia set her coffee aside and slowly opened the box. Inside, resting on black satin, was a single blood-red rose. Perfect. Beautiful. And wrong. Elena sucked in a breath. “Oh no… no, no, no.” Serena covered her mouth. “Amelia… that’s not romantic. That’s a message.” All the thorns had been carefully removed from the stem. Every last one. It was smooth and vulnerable beautiful, but defenseless. “That’s a Guerra signature,” Elena whispered. “Elegant, dramatic… threatening. Only Esteban sends a rose like that.”

If anyone saw her now, they wouldn’t even recognize that face as mine. She pouted, twisted her lips, and smiled at her reflection like she was admiring a piece of art. Then she reached for my perfume.. fuck! my favorite one and sprayed it over herself again and again, until the room smelled like roses and smoke. “Blaire, whatever your name is,” I shouted in her head. “Stop using my perfume like you own it!” She rolled her eyes, smirking. “Shut up, Rose,” she said flatly. “Before I shut that mouth of yours forever, dumbass.”

He led her further inside, toward a small raised deck that overlooked the river beyond, the water catching the candlelight and scattering it into something almost dreamlike. A table had been set for two, simple, elegant, red roses arranged across it in a way that made her chest tighten unexpectedly. A waiter stood nearby, already prepared, already waiting. Rose let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “This is… I don’t even…” She shook her head slightly. “No one has ever done anything like this for me.” Kaelyn pulled out her chair, waiting until she sat before taking his own. “There is only one rose I care about,” he said.

“What does mi estrella mean?” “My star,” “Why do you call me that?” His hand slid up my back. “Because you light up my world, Estella. Even in my darkest moments, you’re there, shining bright. You’re my North Star.” I didn’t know whether to cry again or kiss him. Or do both. A soft cough broke the moment I turned toward the door. A woman stood there, draped in an expensive-looking designer coat. She looked like she’d just stepped off the cover of a magazine.

The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park. All the flowers were Jeffrey's favorites. Of all the flowers, there were no roses, which he chanted about as his favorite day and night. It was only at that moment that I realized that he loved roses but was unwilling to give them a place in his home. Jeffrey's exclusive ringing sounded, and the phone screen lit up. "I just got out of the hospital. Now I'm going to pick you up at the manor. "The rose bracelet is ready. You can bring it on later.

Rey replied in a husky voice, he grabbed the bottle of wine and poured it into the glass but before he could grab it, the lady already picked it up and took a sip of it. "This tastes so expensive." She muttered. Rey finally turned to look at her and she winked at him. She was a blonde, busty young lady of average height. From her very revealing clothes, Rey already knew she was one of the strippers. "Did Charlie send this one to me?" He wondered. "I am Rose. The prettiest of all flowers." She said. She was pretty, but nothing compared to Amelia. Rey shut his eyes trying to get the thought of Amelia out of his head and also fighting back the urge to push Rose away from him.

Alpha Deron chuckled. I smiled at him, holding Estelle close since she was sitting on my laps, burying herself in my hold. "I got you this flower. I hope you don't mind, " I said, giving Estelle the bouquet of red roses I bought on my way. She smiled at the flower and thanked me for it. "It's pretty, Argon. But a diamond necklace would have been better if you want more than a thanks, " She smiled, dropping the flower aside like it's nothing.