La Rosa Novelas e Histórias

“I doubt I can take credit for that.” “Don’t let her be modest,” Raiden said, slipping an arm gently around my waist. “She’s half the reason I even survived the last two years.” “More like three-fourths,” Rosa laughed and turned to me, extending her hand. “I’m Rosa, by the way!” “Harley!” Ashton added from behind his champagne glass. “Rosa Harley. Though she won’t say the last name unless I force her.” “Because that’s your name,” Rosa said dramatically. “Mine’s just Rosa.”

Smith's accounts, there haven't been any transactions at all…" John tapped his fingers on the desk, irritable and growled coldly, "She's the one who planted the black roses, didn't she? Always playing such nonsensical tricks just to get me to go looking for her… Just to make me cave to her whims! "Go! Bring some men with you and search every inch of this villa. If she's really in this villa, make her kneel before Lara and apologize! "Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!"

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

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."

Rosa nodded and gave her a respectful bow before turning around. She held the rose close to her chest as if it were a precious treasure. Will he like it? Or will he think it’s silly? She walked across the soft sands, the gentle sound of crashing waves filled her ears. Then her eyes landed on a tall familiar figure standing a little ways off, his back was facing her. It was Killian. Rosa’s smile widened. Had he come looking for her? He was in a phone call, the black shirt hugged his muscular frame. Rosa let her hand fall by her side, hiding the flower carefully so he wouldn’t see it.

"Just telling you what I see." Near the end of the hunt, he stops in front of a decorative rose bush. White petals edged in pale pink, frosted with artificial snow. He plucks one and holds it out to me. "A winter rose," he says. "In Argentina, we call them rosa de escarcha. They only bloom in the cold. People think they're fragile because they look delicate, but they survive things that would kill ordinary flowers." His eyes hold mine. "Reminds me of someone. The most beautiful woman I know."

He held it up to the light, the delicate pen pressed between his fingers - light yet exquisite. "I like it", he turned, staring at the bouquet of blue roses, his gaze complicated. Dylan scratched his head, an awkward laugh escaping his lips. "That... the flower shop i contacted had ran out of chamomiles and only had those". Matthew inhaled, nodding slowly with a low hum. "Thanks" "It was nothing actually, just something that i had to do...out of courtesy", Dylan smiled, waving his hands lightly. They stared at each other silently for a while, neither having a word to say. After a moment, Dylan cleared his throat, his hands running through his thick, strands of hair.

He's still wearing the suit he was wearing at the Luna ceremony which tells her that he probably have also recently gotten here himself. He's holding flowers as he walks towards her. “For you.” he says and hands them to Rosa who takes them from him and admires them. Taking a closer inspection, Rosa notices that the flowers are long and beautiful, but the colour captivates her all the more because they're dark red. She doesn't remember ever seeing flowers like these, but then again she isn't really one to pay attention to flowers. “They're called glamorous, they reminded me of you that's why I chose them.” he says and shyly scratches the back of his head which makes Rosa to chuckle lightly.

I can see it in the way she keeps shifting her weight, like she’s fighting the urge to rush over and hug him. But when she sees Leo’s face, she reins herself in. Instead, she kneels a few feet away from him and smiles. “Hello, Leo. I’m Rosa.” Leo gives her a small nod. “I made something for your room,” she adds. “You can see it whenever you want.” “What is it?” “Curtains.” He blinks. “Curtains?” Rosa smiles. “Yellow ones.” Leo looks at her. “Elian told me you like the color of the sun.”

He stayed in the car and waited. Holding a bouquet of white roses, Daisy slowly walked through rows of gravestones until she stopped in front of the one tucked away in the farthest corner. The stone bore only Dario's name and the years of his birth and death. In the photograph, he had on a black suit. His distinct features were exactly the same as the first time Daisy had met him. She placed the white roses in front of the gravestone and stood there silently for a long time. Finally, she said softly, "When I said I wouldn't forgive you, I meant it. But I don't hate you anymore either. Rest in peace."