Jack And Rose Novels & Stories

Just two days after mentioning it, Jack was dead. Before his unexpected death, Jack had mentioned a name— Rose. The name meant nothing to me at the time. I didn’t know her and had no recollection of ever hearing about her before. According to Jack, she had worked at the casino where the incident occurred, though she wasn’t employed there anymore. It wasn’t much to go on, but I wasn’t the type of man to ignore loose ends. Loose ends always had a way of unraveling things if left unattended. This time, I decided to dig deeper. I instructed my men— the ones who handled my more unsavory business— to track her down. Weeks passed, and despite their efforts, they came back empty- handed. It was as i

"We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!" The entire room was suddenly deathly silent, until John sprang to his feet in shock, "What?!"

I watched Jake stand in the doorway of the room as Rose walks down the corridor away from the conference room. She seemed quite happy to walk away from him, relieved almost, and like there was no issue in leaving her newly-fated mate. But Jake bless him, he looks confused and unsure right now. And to be honest, I can understand why. She did not give much away. She was a truly closed book. Hiding something, I am almost certain of that.

Okay I think I’m ready. I walk out the front door and see Jack standing by his car with roses. “Hi baby!” I say happily. “Hi my princess! He says. He kisses me and hands me the roses. “These are for you.” “They’re so beautiful Jack, thank you.” “You get more beautiful every time I see you.” Jack opens the car door, “after you, my lady.” “Thank you hun.” We drove down the same trail to the lake. I see a bunch of new sights; it probably looks different because it isn’t raining this time.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

Because the customer specifically requested that the thorns not be removed, my hands were covered in blood by the time I finished wrapping them. When I personally took a cab to deliver them, the woman who received the flowers was this woman, Anne Chase. In the center of the roses was a card the customer had requested. "To the love of my life, Anne. From: L.H." Only at that moment did I realize L.H. was Lucas Hart. He knew very well that because I needed money, I would never turn down such a large order.

I opened my own studio, and my days became full, vibrant, and happy. One night, Jordan stepped out of the shower, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on the small of his back. I leaned closer. It was a rose in full bloom—beside it, a little girl dancing. My fingertips trembled as I traced it, my eyes stinging. "I had it done when I was seventeen," he said softly. His gaze lowered to mine, eyes shimmering with starlight. "I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride."

Then my father’s voice sliced through again—only to break me completely. “Brace yourself. You’re getting married to Lucas Rodriguez by noon today.” I staggered backward, nearly collapsing. The room tilted. My hand struck a vase by the shelves, and when it shattered, dull red blood dripped from my palm onto the marble floor. They didn’t care. Not one glance. Lucas Rodriguez. The name alone made my knees buckle. I’d heard it whispered before—in boardrooms, in dark corners of the city, in the trembling breaths of people who knew better than to say it aloud. Enough to make men flinch in back alleys and moguls swallow their pride.

Isabella juga menyeret suaranya untuk membantu: "Kamu tidak tahu, Rose sibuk, merokok dan minum dan menindas orang. Jika kamu tidak melakukan apa-apa, kamu akan bertemu pacarmu di luar sekolah." Jack sering datang ke Rose. Berkolusi satu sama lain adalah hal yang normal, tetapi dia lebih sering bertemu. Semua orang mengira dia punya pacar di luar kampus. Tidak heran jika dalam kelompok kecil mereka, semua orang tahu bahwa Jack dan Rose memakai celana panjang. Kedua orang ini telah bersama sejak memakai celana terbuka, dan perasaan baik mereka tidak lebih buruk dari saudara laki-laki dan perempuan mereka.