Eyes Closed Rose Novels & Stories

Ethan’s hands slowly dropped from her face, and his voice, smooth and deep, whispered in her ear, “Open your eyes.” Rose opened her eyes to a breathtaking sight. The bed was covered in delicate tulips petals, vibrant reds, and soft pinks scattered across the crisp white sheets in a beautiful pattern. On the center of the bed lay a stunning, elegant dress, soft silk in a shade of deep crimson that matched the roses. Her gaze shifted to a small note placed carefully on top of the dress. She picked it up, her fingers trembling slightly as she unfolded the paper. [Wear this.] She turned to Ethan, “Where am I wearing this pretty dress to?”

Rose shakes her head, a tinge of disappointment evident in her voice. "Not exactly... I couldn't see his face. He's shrouded in a long cloak, concealing his features, but..." Felicia leans in closer, her eyes widening with anticipation. "But what, Rose? Tell me everything you remember." Rose meets Felicia's gaze, her eyes shimmering with a mix of fascination and uncertainty as she continues her account. "But I see the color of his eyes, Felicia," Rose whispers, her voice barely audible. "They're not just ordinary eyes. They possess an otherworldly quality as if they belong to a being beyond human comprehension."

I didn't want to see my own face in the mirror, the face of a man who was supposed to be a professional, a ghost, a soldier for a dead man. I sat on the closed toilet lid, my breath hitching as I pulled up the photo on my phone. It was a photo of Rose. She was wearing that red dress, a deep blood crimson silk that looked like it had been poured over her porcelain skin. Her dark hair was a spill of midnight across her shoulders, and those light brown eyes... they looked straight through the lens, straight into the dark, rotted parts of my soul.

Mostly because of the pain I've held inside. I push the door open, slowly before seeing Rose in the middle; being tied onto a chair—her head down, facing the ground; making me turn to look around as I make towards her, wanting to get her out of here. Once I'm close enough, she starts to look up at me; causing my body to freeze at the sight of her eyes. They are red in tears, showing that she has been crying her eyes out for the past few hours. I examine her face and down to the areas of her skin, seeing that there are no bruise to be found, relieving me slightly.

Ivy opened her eyes by a quarter, she felt a little bit muddle headed but she shook it off and opened her eyes fully. ‘Where am I’ she asked herself shielding her eyes from the light, she looked at the unfamiliar ceiling and sat up on the bed. The room was unfamiliar and full of unrecognizable antiques. Ivy suddenly breathed in, the air felt a lot fresher, she sniffed again, she had never breathed in air that was as fresh as this before. She wanted to stand up but her dress felt heavy. She looked at her dress only to see herself wearing a corset.

At the moment the folder was opened, Eliza hurriedly closed her eyes tightly. She didn't want to see the photos of Chester and Kezia! "Wow, it's really electrifying!" Eliza sighed with emotion as she heard it. Eliza's eyes were tightly shut. She didn't want to look at it at all. "Eliza!" Suddenly, she heard Roseane's voice. "Don't close your eyes. There's no such thing, but it's also shocking." Eliza sighed in relief and slowly opened her eyes. Roseane didn't lie to her.

Drowsy red fingers of rose scent wrap around me, and my eyes flutter closed. When I open them again, I’m in the dark.

Sky I lay there, eyes closed, my body still humming with the warmth of Rose’s touch. The soft afterglow of our passion lingered, a quiet hum in the background of my thoughts. For a moment, the world outside the walls of my room did not matter. It was just us, wrapped up in each other’s arms. But as Rose slowly pulled herself out of bed, the weight of everything came crashing back. She kissed my forehead, whispering something I did not quite catch. Then, she left.

And still… I wasn't satisfied. “Please, Henry…” He pulled out, slamming two fingers back inside of me while the other rubbed my clit. Oh God. I snapped my eyes shut as white spots clouded my vision So close. “Give me your eyes, Rosie.” Henry ground out, voice tight. “I-I can-n’t… going to cum—” “Rosie!” Henry thundered, fingers touching that same spot that had my legs shaking. My eyes shot open. Wide. “If they close, I stop. Understood?”

The night breeze lifted his hair, softening his sharp features. He knelt in front of my tombstone, fingertips brushing its cold surface, eyes full of longing. "Wendy. Rose." He said my name so gently. I hadn't heard him speak like that in a long, long time. He leaned down and kissed the photo etched on my stone. "You've waited long enough, haven't you?" he murmured. "I'm coming to join you." A gentle smile curved his lips. Then, without hesitation, he drove the blade into his chest.