Estrella Rose Novels & Stories

Bella hurriedly went out to go get what I had ordered her to do. With my hand still forcefully clutching a lock of hair, I turned her around so that I could look at her face. VANESSA.... The grip on my hair was so tight and it made me want to cry, but I had bit down hard on my lips. I cussed loudly when I bit down on the sore in my lips. I tasted my own blood.

Author's POV. Elise trailed her fingers on the roses, she had been staring at them for ten minutes straight. Damien was seated on the couch, watching her. He didn't like how some roses got her so distracted. Although he shouldn't feel threatened that it came from a fan, the type of flower and the note weren't something to be taken lightly. Juliet roses were too rare and extremely expensive. A normal fan wouldn't go that far to get something like that for a celebrity.

Bruno frowned at him. Felipe really was good at sweet talking. Who was friends with him here? Sebastian glanced at Felipe and shook his head. Forget it, he did owe him a favor this time, so he should let this slide. At the man's words, Estella just smiled lightly. Afterward, she stared at Sebastian and the others then she let out,politely, "Hello, I'm Estella Rojas.” Andrea looked at the girl in front of her, she looked so beautiful, especially her eyes were very pure.

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

Then, he gave me a polite smile. The view changed after that. Rose stood there, lost in her thoughts. Everything around her is dark and broken. She started to move, she moved her right foot towards the jeep, then she slowly moved another and after a step she stopped and turned her neck to her shoulder and a drop of water moved out from her beautiful black eyes and then slipped on her red cheeks.

Layla pulled my hand, trying to get me to stay with her. "Honey? What's going on? Are you not happy to see me? Who is she?" She questioned. I turned and looked at her. After seeing my mate, Layla is nothing compaired to her. Alexandria had long, brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. Layla had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her face was always caked in makeup. "She's-" I started, but Layla interuppted me.

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

I gasped before looking up at Gale, in a very beautiful way he managed to make blue and white so romantic without a single red, I never thought he would remember that I hate red especially during such incidents. “ Gale, this ..” I whispered not knowing exactly what to say to this, he ushered me to continue inside and I did, for real I was in for a romantic night. I removed my shoes and my feet embraced the beautiful feather surface of flowers as I walked inside following the trail of candles and flowers, my eyes became teary seeing all this. No one had ever made me feel this special and gone through the hustle to make me smile. I stared at the candle light dinner arranged on the floor in th

“Yes, that’s mine.” “Oh, how romantic~ I knew it! Everything makes perfect sense now.” Nelsy’s tone turned sing-song. “You know what? Gaara once ordered flowers from me. He asked me to make a special bouquet and deliver it, but told me not to mention his name. I didn’t think much of it then, but now I’m sure, he sent those flowers to you! So, tell me, did you like them?” “They were beautiful,” Esther admitted softly, her voice carrying a hint of sincerity she didn’t intend to reveal.