Eyes Closed Rose Novels & Stories

At the end of the hall, a door sat slightly ajar. I pushed it open… and froze. The room was filled with portraits of me. Me dancing on stage. Me reading quietly in the library. Me sitting alone on a park bench, lost in thought. Every angle of me, every moment… Jordan had captured in painstaking detail. I stepped closer to one painting. That was seventeen-year-old me in mid-dance, skirt flying, laughter radiant. In the corner, there was a line of tiny words that read: My rose has finally come to me.

Alex turned around and saw her shy state, red cheeks, and closed eyes by his delightful sight. "Sometimes before you were enjoying it, then why did you close your eyes at the sight of my little friend." "Shut up, you....." "Pervert." Alex completes her word. "I know that you call me by this name a million times in a day, but actually you live my pervert side." Alex said near her ear and kissed her cheek. Rose felt his presence best for him and opened her one eye first and encountered the sight of Alex, who was already dressed on.

It shone brightly to the point I need to cover my eyes. Agad kung binuksan ang aking mga mata nang mawala na ang itim ilaw. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw one of the most beautiful thing that happened to me. Thousand of black roses were floating in mid-air. I was speechless. Maybe this is one of the time that I truly appreciate the beauty of black and darkness. It feels so magical. The black roses suddenly burst into thousand of petals and gathered on my right hand. It twirled against my wrist popped.

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.

“And this is the part where I rub rose petals over your skin, right?” “I think we’re fresh out of rose petals.” “Close your eyes.” She loosened her hair from the clip holding it in place at the back of her head. He closed his eyes. She leaned over him and trailed her long, thick hair over his belly. “Imagine this is rose petals.” “I like knowing what it really is better. Wrap it around my cock.”

“It’s already past thirty minutes! Everyone’s seated in the west wing garden. Duke is worried. And… well… everyone else is getting nervous. It really isn’t the time to get cold feet-” Suddenly, the door burst open, and Rose stepped out. Lisa’s sentence died on her tongue. Her eyes widened, truly widened, horror flickering openly as she stared. Rose wore a pair of tinted glasses. Dark, round, reflective, blocking her eyes completely. A shield from the world. A shield from their minds. A shield from Lisa. She stepped out without a single word. “R-Rosie?” Lisa stammered, scrambling after her. “What… what is that? A new fashion statement?”

Sleep came in restless fits, every time I closed my eyes, images of both men flashing behind my eyelids. But then, the nightmare began. It started out beautifully, just like something out of a dream. I was standing in a meadow, surrounded by roses in full bloom. Their rich crimson petals glistened under the sunlight, and the grass beneath my feet was the same vibrant shade as Visaris' eyes. The breeze was warm and soothing, carrying the sweet fragrance of the roses. For a moment, I felt at peace.

Unbothered with what going to happen next, I closed my eyes hoping that I would wake up in the real life. While closing my eyes, I heard some laughers. Out of curiosity, I opened my eyes. I wasn't in the darkness anymore. Instead, I was in a beautiful garden. In front of me, there were two beautiful girls - twin girls. They were both singing and circling around the white rose. The same white rose from a while ago. What caught my eyes was that the white rose was white, there wasn't even a drop of blood on that rose.

Grunting, Sebestian held her hand still as Rose's short nails dug into his wrist "Rose?" Rose's eyes fluttered open, puffy, sore and glossy as they darted around like she was looking for something. Sitting still, remembering Monika's warning of not startling her, Sebestian watched as Rose turned her head a little, whimpering from the movement but not letting go of Sebestian hand. Rose's lips were wet with saliva and blood that were smeared onto Sebestian' hand as Rose pulled her hand against her lips and then inhaled deeply, her eyes rolling back before her eyes drifted shut.

Power rising. Not violently. Not chaotically. But with intention. With purpose. Rose closed her eyes. And let go. --- This time— It wasn’t cold. It wasn’t empty. It wasn’t dark. Light surrounded her. Soft. Endless. Not blinding— But infinite. Rose inhaled sharply. “…this is different.” No voice answered. No shadow moved. No eyes watched from the void. Just— Light. Warmth. And something else. A presence. Familiar.