La Rosa Novels & Stories

This spring season holds a special place in her heart, and with each step, she is treading with the utmost care to avoid crushing the fragile blooms beneath her feet. Her moment is enjoyable because, until now, her fear hasn’t arrived to bother her, so each second of this moment is very enjoyable to her. A gentle breeze coming from the other side is playing with her hair, slightly covering her beautiful, cute face. The scent of fresh buds waffle making her bound to inhale a deep breath to emphatic her nostrils. The rays of the sun are mild enough that the morning breeze gets the chance to be stronger to give a little chill; however, it’s her favorite environment. The weather is mild, neither

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

She looked like a princess from a fairy tale. "Hadar wouldn't be able to stop himself after seeing you," Istas teased, arranging the flowers. Rosa blushed. If only she knew, just how impatient she was. She couldn't wait to be with him. Her bed had been cold for so long, her heart and body had begun to rebel. But now the drought was finally over. He was coming. "Let's see,' she replied, flashing a sly grin. She wouldn't let him have her so easily. The hairstyle had added to her beauty and not a single hair was out of place. And the flowers were icing on the cake. Rosa was mighty impressed.

Angie argued. "This isn't what this is about. This is quite different, Angie. You know that... You are letting your emotions control you, and this is very wrong,” Rosa said, her voice firm and her eyes cold. “What do you think Rafael would say about this, huh?" "About how I train his little flower?" Angie raised a brow. "Little flower?" Rosa's brows knitted "Yes, that's what I call her. Little flower."

Drystan called out the meaning of her name, and the weight of silence was lifted, slowly washing off. Rosealba's cheeks stretched into a big bright smile. Melting through the shadow of his darkness. It was not permitted for a smile to be this beautiful. “How did you know about that?” It was a question he expected her to ask or he would have concluded that she was dumb. But hell! He would never tell her that he googled her name right after he got it from her. She was just as bright as her name. Rosealba, white rose. “You read?” He inquired after some seconds and that automatically changed the topic.

Flora had to blink before she could confirm that it was really her that Rosa was looking at. She stood at attention and looked at Rosa’s face wrinkled face. The old woman’s brows were knitted, creating deeper lines on her forehead and making her gaze even more intense. “Take off that dirty thing you wrapped around your waist,” Rosa commanded, slicing the air with her hand. Flora realized that Rosa was referring to the apron that Flora used while cooking the food and preparing the dessert. Rosa turned to her side and opened a drawer from which she took out a folded white cloth. She then proffered it Flora who was still could not believe what was happening.

Leaning down, he offered his hand to bring her up. Rose looked at the offered hand longingly, debating if she should follow the rules or just have fun… as the boy started to wiggle his fingers she grasped his hand and jumped up onto the side of the fence panel. The ladies were all so engrossed in ogling the soldiers and their muscles that no one noticed her for once and she could at last have some real fun! Giving the boy her attention, Rose introduced herself; “thank you for helping me get a better view young sir, I do love watching! My name is Rose Duncaster, heiress to this manor.”

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground. "E-Eric… let go… I can't breathe…" Eric looked down at her, his handsome face gradually souring. "Did you forget, Layla, that the perfume you're using is Avril's favorite scent, with the main ingredient being rose oil? I bought her many bottles of rose perfume in the past because of how much she likes the scent of roses. I'd just forgotten about it later on…" Eric suddenly let out a self-deprecating laugh. Indeed, he'd forgotten too many things.

Three dots appeared instantly. SOFIA: WHAT WOMAN. Me: Rosa. A full ten seconds passed. Then— SOFIA: THE Rosa??? SOFIA: Public dating rumor Rosa??? SOFIA: OH MY GOD.