Heavens Rose Novels & Stories

" 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.

I looked at Celia's hand in front of me and reluctantly held it. We were now standing in the middle of the ground where a while ago Chelsea and Orion were standing. Chelsea was kneeling next to Orion, whispering something in his ear. Celia gave one final look at the dark sky; there was no moon, only the darkness looking back at her. "Luna, wait," Rose yelled, still holding Kai with tears in her eyes, "She is not the chosen leader, the powers are too much for her, she is not planning to kill you only, she has to kill your unborn child as well to keep the powers."

He lowered the window pane and looked at his lady love. She was murmuring Hanuman chalisa (a sacred hymn of Hanuman, a Hindu god believed to be immortal and gives protection to the ones who remembers him in the time of problem and misery) and moving slowly and was actually bribing god to help her out today and then she will take care of her car from next day.... Rudra chuckled and that was when Sakshi stopped with her murmuring and looked sideways.... She was stunned to see him in front of herself....

Rose is unable to progress because Miren's lyrics force her to take a step backward after each and everyone that she takes forward. Rose: "Stop it, stop singing. Your rising stardom as a singer has become intolerable to me. Put your hands on your mouth!" Rose moaned as she pulled at her hair agonizingly. Her eyes were streaming with tears, which mingled with the blood that was dripping to the ground below.

Rose was embarrassed and stupefied because of her mother’s comment. Mama, it looks like you don’t seem to understand dreams and destiny. There is a saying that heaven helps those who help themselves. It is my dream to hook to Douglas if it has been programmed in the heavenly realm as my destiny it will definitely come to pass. Said Rose politely. Liza said, if you want to get married to those second generations guys who are heir to the wealth of their family or parents, are they scarce on the streets and this community?. I am with the view that by the time this bastard will even reach those heights in chanting you might have been wealthy already so why him.

That night Rose packed her things and was putting her last pair of clothes inside her suitcase when she wiped a tear and stared outside the window. Her eyes were heavy and itching from having weeped for hours. It was already past midnight but sleep was far away from her. She also knew Azazel must be awake and would be feeling betrayed by her. She saw how much he was fighting his brother for her sake and she was still loving Stephano. She bit her lip as she walked towards her window staring outside into the dark sky. The moon was full and it brightened the sky also illuminating the stars twinkling among the skies. Rose wanted to feel peace and serenity just by letting the night breeze hit her

The violent surge of emotion sent me into another crisis that very night. My breathing grew shallow, my oxygen levels plummeted, and I was on the verge of needing a ventilator. Angela Reign, the head nurse who had cared for me since the beginning, stood by my side with reddened eyes as she administered the medication, gently patting my back to soothe me. "Chloe, hang in there. You have to hold on! Prof. Stenson has already succeeded, hasn't he? I saw the news yesterday—his new drug has made a miracle happen..."

The hall quietened, the silence hanging like a thick veil - almost as if everyone had suddenly held their breaths on wisp. The red - haired male stepped forward, reaching out for the bouquet of roses. His eyes filled with silent contemplation as he stared at the blooming,fresh roses and then at Dylan's expecting eyes. Without another thought he tossed the roses to the ground, trampling on them with his shoes tilled their petals scattered around in the dust. Gasps rippled through the halls, a clear expression of shock from the watching bystanders. "Dylan, how many times must i have to turn you away and how many times must you embarrass yourself in public like this?. You know.....", Simone pau

“Hear me. Listen to me. Answer me. Jesus! Whoever is seated in the heavens! Help me!” “H-how pathetic, I-” “Please…” Rose didn’t care if she looked foolish. That was her only chance to survive. Whether it would work or not didn’t concern her. She just needed to do it. She needed to cry to Jesus, as Pastor Remi had said. She just needed to do it. “Please. Can you not hear me?” Many shaky breaths left her. “Can you not hear me? Huh? Jesus? God? Anyone?” “It won’t work! I-”

My knees hit the floor with a sick, heavy thud. Suddenly, a single rose petal dropped in front of me. I picked it up and stood back up as thousands of them began to fall from the sky. Deep, red rose petals... without a single thorn. I guess I finally got my Rose without thorns, I smiled faintly. "Rose!" I spun around. A voice called me from the distance soft, steady, and achingly familiar. It was my Father's voice. He was really here. I made it into heaven. My heart hammered against my ribs, should I run to him or hide? I had destroyed his legacy. I had let his life’s work be stolen by the man who poisoned him.