Inevitable Shain Rose Novels & Stories

ASHVIN The first time I met Zahra-Rose, the girl my brother was so obsessed with, I stayed hidden, watching her from the shadows since. I had no idea why I couldn’t walk away, but something about her demanded my attention. Her white, fair skin glowed under the room’s warm light, and even with her long, black hair pulled into a tight bun, there was an effortless grace about her. It wasn’t just her beauty. It was something deeper—something radiating from within.

If he loved me, why'd he trash me in front of Charlotte? I couldn't stomach more of his fake, nauseating love. "You've got it all wrong. I'm not a rose. I was born to belong to this land. Someday, I'll fill this barren place with roses myself."

No matter what the outcome, she knew she had the strength to navigate the uncertain path ahead. And so, with newfound determination, Rose began to prepare herself mentally and emotionally for the inevitable confrontation with Liam. She knew it would be a defining moment in her life, one that would shape her future and lead her down a path of self-discovery and healing. With her friends by her side, Rose was ready to embark on this transformative journey and reclaim her happiness.

Annie was glad she finally had someone to plan for her, she had wanted to decline the date request but when she thought of Ben, she accepted and luckily she came through for her. They stopped talking about the date and dived into another conversations, about the female artists they both cherished, their kind of man, their hobbies and other ladies talk. Roshan was in the office, his head buried in work as usual when he heard a knock at the door, he ordered the person to come in. He raised his head up and he smiled when he sighted her. "Good morning sir, I just got a call from Shadex group." She told him avoiding his gaze, she wanted to be formal with him.

My lungs burned, my legs screamed, but I didn’t care, adrenaline kept me moving faster, my heart hammering in my chest. Yoooo… you’re probably wondering who this bitch is. “Yeah, that’s me. Rose David.” But… no. That’s not really me. I’m Blaire. Rose is just a weak-ass body I’m borrowing, face and all. But we’re nothing alike totally, completely different, i don’t get caught like that, I don’t get pushed around, I don’t let anyone touch me unless I want them to. “And yeah… this is how it all started with that bitch,Rose”

Something invisible, secret, and soft. Riley stands. Walks over to the window. Outside the window, the bare rose branches stretched into the cold air. He pressed his palm against the glass, almost imagining he could catch the faintest scent of roses lingering in the room. He wanted—really wanted—to ask Shawn about the perfume. But he knew it was useless. Shawn always tells it like it is, no sugarcoating. But Riley understands—Shawn's answer, whatever it might be, would never truly satisfy him. Asking would just make him feel worse, so he bit back the words and let it go.

it read in looping gold script, framed by the shimmer of rose-gold lights. Below, smaller text: A Night to Remember. Her breath caught. Her fingers twitched inside her clutch. Ethan’s hand found hers, firm, rehearsed. He leaned down, whispering against her temple. “Just follow my lead.” The band shifted to a soft instrumental. The host called Ethan up for a “few words,” and applause rippled through the room. Rae’s pulse went wild. She tried to keep her composure as Ethan took the mic, smile blinding under the stage lights.

Alina shifted in her chair, and his gaze was immediately glued to the movement, watching as Alina brushed her fingers over her jean pocket, where the rose resided underneath. The man in shadows smiled, "Looking at this rose, isn't it like looking into the heart of someone who has lost their purpose; a broken and desolate being?" He recited and watched as Alina subconsciously gripped the area over her pocket. Her long and delicate fingers, so much larger than he recalled, hovering protectively. She would start remembering, soon enough.

"Ms. Shaffer, I've seen your designs for the National Jewelry Design Award. I've always admired you, and I want to learn from you. My name is Sherlyn Yates." She gazed at Rose with hopeful eyes, as if a flame had ignited within her. That flame drove away the chill that had just settled in Rose's heart. "Sherlyn, you can stay." Rose felt a sense of gratitude. "Count me in. I want to stay too ..." "I'm not leaving either. Can I stay, Ms. Shaffer?" "My name is Henry Losse." "I'm Shane Zoyard." Two more voices chimed in simultaneously. The gloomy office was suddenly bathed in a ray of light. Rose looked at the four of them and felt a burning determination inside her.

Rose didn’t know what to say as she could never sympathize with Shawn but she understood from watching him that not all evil are born evil. Shawn could have been a good person, perhaps, if his mother wasn’t Lady Ashley, he would have grown up to be a normal person with a peaceful life. But he had turned evil and that was his own choice. Rose would never and will never ever forgive him. “Enough,” Shawn then said, reaching his hand forward, he pointed toward her, to be exact to Dominic who was still laying on the couch behind her, “Give me him and I will let you leave.” A scoff squeezed out from Rose’s lips as she stared back at Shawn, “You will let me leave?”