It Takes Two Rose's Room Novels & Stories

“Bye.” He kissed the same spot as before, his eyes very playful and delightful. “Bye.” Once the front door closed, Rose watched him walk down the path leading to the forest in front of the house. When his back fully retreated, she went on to ensure that all the locks in the house were secured. She then got a sharp kitchen knife and headed for the room, which she and Rune cleaned and rearranged to their taste. “Oh, Jesus Christ, help my soul!” Rose screamed at the pale woman standing by the opened window of the room. “Who the heck are you?”

Finally we got to the top and he led to a room and opened the door {{ I had this room prepared for you, it’s what we call the Diamond Rose Room }} (( okay then, thank you )) I push past him and walk into the room, I drop my duffel on the bed and began looking around. The bed is massive, it can fit at least twelve persons comfortably if not more, there are white drapes hanging around the bed, the sheets and pillow cases are white with gold and silver rose designs on the them, I walked across the room and stepped into the bathroom, which was also huge with a bath tub, shower and even a steam room, my final stop was the double glass door that led out onto a balcony that over looked a pool that

Her room was decorated in warm shades of pink and cream, exactly as it had been five years ago. Her room is in sharp contrast to Andre's room. Rosita's room smells like a garden full of blooming flowers, while Andre's room smells literally like death itself, like the Grim Reaper has taken up residence there. “I'll be right back.” Rosita said before rushing out of the room. The room fell silent the moment she left. I sat there awkwardly, staring down at my fingers, but I could feel Ember's heated gaze directed at my skull. I believe her gaze might have bored a hole in it.

Rose immediately straightened up and sat on the edge of the bed. "This room… I don't know ...." Rose stood up and held on to the nightstand beside her. Her head was still throbbing as she was forced to stand up suddenly. The young and beautiful woman then cast her gaze around the room trying to find traces of her whereabouts. This room was almost half the size of the apartment she had rented. A thick and soft bed, a modern cream-colored sliding wardrobe, a small table and a large mirror reminiscent of Ruby's, two single sofas and a small table by the window. A luxury she had never felt before.

Rose woke up to the scent of exotic plants. She looked around her room to be surrounded by beautiful roses. Each petal decorated around the room from the door to the window to the walls and pillars of the hospital room. Her eyes were stunned and she blinked before her eyes went to the door that suddenly opened.

I want to burst into laughter, but I stop myself. “Okay, I’ll look forward to that.” We go on the second floor. “He said there are three rooms and we will use the first one.” He opens the door, and we are both amazed since there are roses scattered on the floor. Even in bed. “Woah,” I commented. “Well, It’s not bad.” I look at the room and it wide. There’s a couch and another weird couch. “What’s that?” I ask but he answered with a naughty smirk.

"Shall we?" Dominic's hand wrapped around Rose's waist, guiding her through the winding corridors of the mansion. They walked in comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft rustle of Rose's dress against her legs. As they turned a corner, Dominic pushed open a door, revealing a spacious bedroom with a stunning view of the gardens below. The room was decorated in a sleek, modern style, with a plush king-sized bed as its centerpiece. Rose's eyes widened slightly as she took in the room, her gaze drifting from the bed to the floor-to-ceiling windows. "Your room is beautiful," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning. Inés’ chest tightened. She wove through dancers, slipped behind velvet drapery, and followed. The corridor was empty, save him and a single door she’d never noticed. “Inside,” he said. “No gun this time?” “Door,” he repeated, colder. She stepped through. A private lounge, mahogany bar, low sofas, no windows. Alejandro shut the door. Click. He moved past her to a safe embedded in the wall. Dial spun; hinges groaned.

“Listen. I know I haven’t been kind to you in the past. But I’m trying to make amends now. Truly.” Callum looked at me. I nodded to him, forcing a smile, and followed his mother up the stairs. The Rose Room was aptly named for its soft, rosy pink wallpaper and the large, circular window overlooking the rose gardens below. Many of the bushes were just barely starting to bloom, bright green buds punctuated by the occasional red or pink flower. “Dinner tonight is at six,” Callum’s mother said as the butler scurried around the room, opening drapes and fluffing the pillows. She turned to me and smiled. “I have something for you. Close your eyes.”

I expressed my gratitude as Pink took my belongings and guided me inside. "Goodbye, Mama Rose. We'll celebrate the start of our friendship now," Pink proclaimed before shutting the door. Rose waved her aged hand and chuckled on what Pink said. With the door now fully closed, I took in my surroundings—a spacious room with a large window that couldn't be missed. The window spanned from the ceiling to the floor and had two distinct sections: one colorful and the other black and white. There was a small table surrounded by four large cushions in front of the window, and one girl was already seated on a cushion, observing me.