La Rosa Novels & Stories

They want to dismantle the hierarchy of the entire wolf kind. "Who’s your contact?" I demand, stepping back. "How are you moving across borders unseen? Who’s feeding you intel?" He grins up at me, his teeth stained red. "The Rose." My heart hammers against my ribs. "What did you say?" "The Rose," he whispers, a look of reverence crossing his twisted face. "She blooms in the dark. She carries the scent of the garden and the poison of the grave. She opened the door for us." Wild roses.

Someone had set up a flower stand that hadn't been there in winter, bright and slightly chaotic, tulips and ranunculus and something purple she didn't know the name of. Rosa's tent was the same. Rosa was the same. She looked at Mara and Caleb approaching with the expression of a woman whose narrative had been confirmed. "Spring," she said, to both of them, as a greeting and a verdict. "Spring," Mara agreed. Rosa handed her four tamales without being asked. "The system," Mara said. "You know the system," Rosa said. "You've known the system since October." Mara looked at her. "You remember that?"

said Rose. “I know! Why is this wedding that was fixed on a whim so grand?” asked Seth. “I… I don’t know!” replied Rose, stunned. Red was her favourite colour. Her father had made sure that she always had rose plants in the garden. They both loved tending to roses together. When Lucas fell ill, Ursa and Vanessa made sure they uprooted every rose plant. Vanessa hated roses because they made her jealous. Rose was the Woolridge princess, and she was not. So, why was the whole hall decorated with every variety of rose there was?

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

Not with us yelling so our voice could cover the insane crowd noise. With a quick scan at the guy, black jersey like the black and gold player’s jersey, ripped-muscled legs and arms, I realized he is the footballer I claimed I recognized. He is Balorz, David’s friend. “You are Balorz,” I said. No way I could twist this around. “I am Balorz,” he confirmed, smiling. “Sorry. I should have been honest with you. I just don’t want to sound like a novice.” “No, it’s alright. I like you. You’re funny.”

Rosa's hair is whipped all over the place leaving it a mess. They turn to face each other and I can see Rosa's face beginning to turn red as she concentrates on everything that she is trying to do at once. They hold hands and as they kneel down for the final piece there is an explosion of embers and water of all shapes and sizes. It is really quite remarkable to see how far everything flies.

Caesar casually asked, "You seem to like roses a lot?" Lola said, "They're delicious!" She put her hands on the cold stone railing, excitedly pointing to a red flower growing not far away, and told Caesar, "Ah! General, do you know that flower? Its scientific name is Pseudorchis albida. The stamens taste sweet. It's said that as long as an Alpha gives it to an Omega, the Omega will never be able to leave the Alpha. Many Alphas pick it by hand to express their love for their Omegas..."

“I know but there are some lies that are necessary, especially when you promise someone else to maintain them.” “What lies?” This time Paul heard the anger in my voice. “Rose, the man that attacked you, what do you remember about him?” Paul pressed like this had everything to do with what he wanted to tell me. The memory was blurry as I tried to put the pieces together. “I don’t know… he was fast, really fucking fast. And his teeth— No, I was so frightened I imagined most of it.” “Rose,” Ivan touched my hand and my eyes flew open. I hadn’t even realised I’d closed them so tightly. “Just tell us even if it sounds crazy.”

Water and fire are opposites, but she is very harmonious when on her. Her dreamy lips parted, gracefully stroking her hair. "Hello. My real name, you don't need to know; here, people often call me Raisa; I like roses, things related to them, and especially its thorns." Saying so, Raisa pulled out a red rose from her crop top and placed it on Vincent's chest, then kissed him on the wind. I don't know why I was so annoyed, but on the surface, I still pretended to be calm, politely bowed to Raisa, and introduced myself. "I'm Orabella; nice to meet you."

Ashton… I close my eyes and smile. “Her name is Rosa Ettore. Mom, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. She has bright red hair. Her eyes look like exquisite, priceless emeralds. She is hardworking, and the way she laughs will brighten anyone's day. I love the little thing she does with her nose when she gets mad, and boy does she know how to get under my skin. She is not afraid to be honest with me. But underneath all of this is a fragile woman who is afraid of taking risks when it comes to men.”