Flash Rose Novels & Stories

Flora grabbed Rey's arm, giving him a shy smile. Rose's eyes lit up. "Hold on! Can I join you both? The more the merrier, twice the fun!" She stated. Flora also looked excited. "A threesome? I am so down for that." She replied….

The sight dragged me violently back into memory. Her body on the floor. Still. Too still. No breath. No pulse. The sound my brothers made—raw, broken—still echoed in my chest. Even my mother’s awakening hadn’t been enough to pull us back from that abyss. And then… light. Heat. Power. Like fire kissed by life itself. Rose’s body glowing, her chest rising, her strength returning in a way that defied death. A Phoenix reborn. The present rushed back as Rose gently squeezed my mother’s hands, whispering words of gratitude before stepping away. Her eyes found mine immediately.

Left alone on a bench, Rose contemplates Saisha's words, pondering her costume choice for the evening. Suddenly, Rose's attention is drawn to the vibration of her phone, indicating a new message. Eagerly grabbing her phone, she reads the text that instructs her to wear black, emphasizing the need for her to be a witch rather than a fairy. Anger courses through her veins as she frowns, feeling manipulated and deceived. She lifts her eyes, scanning the surroundings until her gaze falls upon Blaze, who is also engrossed in texting someone on his phone.

Together we'll crush Rose, and her secrets will be her demise, I nod, smiling, confident, our plan will surely rise. ############

Marcas said all these loving things very sweetly and broke Christian and Roose's argument. When Marcas said all this, Roose looked at him surprisingly and Christian eyes narrowed with anger after listening to all this. Marcas gave the flowers to Roose and Roose took a deep fragrance of that beautiful fresh lily that fragrance changed Roose's mind . She enjoyed that fragrance. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly. And Christian observed her expression angrily.

" Let's just fix your wife." I said with a sigh as I powered up my Rosepast. My eyes turned dark red as I held my hands in prayer to my lips " Rosepast." I whispered into my hand, the skin under my collarbone moves apart as a red glass rose glowing purple appears. I lifted my forefingers and middle fingers to create a triangle. The middle petals of the rose start to rotate as the triangle lights up in a purple flame. " Let the past be seen." The middle petals of my Rosepast stop rotating as the outer petals slowly start expanding.

Their bodies collided, and Esteban lifted her effortlessly, backing her against the wall. Clothes burned away as quickly as the flames devouring the mansion. Her apron hit the floor. His shirt followed. Skin against skin, heat meeting heat. She arched into him, moaning his name, Esteban, like a sin. But sins had consequences. The folder. Her hand brushed against it on the floor, and the reality of what she was doing slammed into her. She pushed him away, chest heaving. "I can’t." He looked wrecked. Hair tousled, lips red, eyes stormy. "You already did."

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

I told myself this was tactically interesting and nothing else. By day seven I had stopped telling myself that. On day eight Ruby brought oats with strawberries arranged on top with a care that was its own form of hostility, and stood watching me from the doorway while I considered the tray with the expression of someone who was genuinely sorry to cause inconvenience. "I'm so sorry," I said warmly. "Strawberries give me hives. And the oats look like they've been waiting a while. I don't want to trouble you with something I won't be able to eat."

I give them to her. "I love roses but the fact you brought the red ones scores you another point in my book." she smells them. "Good to know that." I grin. "But you know you needn't have brought them anyway." she stares. "I wanted to." I reply. I was passing this flower shop when I saw these good looking roses. My mind immediately went to Della and I knew I had to get her a bouquet. "Okay. A minute, I need to put these in a vase." I wait for her from outside before she returns all set. We get inside the car and I fire the engine to the busy street.