Lost Roses Book Novels & Stories

The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse. “C-Celine—” Adrian stammered, shoving Marielle off as though it made a difference. “How long?” My voice was a whisper, fragile and sharp all at once. “Wait, let me explain,” he begged, his hand reaching toward me. Marielle smirked faintly, her dress slipping from her shoulder. “Maybe you shouldn’t marry a man you can’t keep, sister.” The words sliced deeper than any blade. I laughed—a broken, bitter sound. “Explain? No. You already have.” My trembling fingers tugged off the engagement ring. The diamond that once blinded me now mocked me

And as Martinez stepped into the dark foyer, the heavy, suffocating scent of expensive, sweet floral perfume hit my nose, completely masking the smell of the night. Seraphina’s perfume. Martinez stopped dead in his tracks, his entire body turning into a solid block of ice beneath me as he stared into the dark, empty house.

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

“I think you’re stupid enough to steal from the Delgados.” His finger flexed on the trigger guard. “Tell me why.” “Because you burned my past. Because you stamped ash across everything I loved, and because your notebook might prove it.” She wanted to utter these words so badly, but she didn't. Instead she said, “I wanted to know who I work for.” “Curiosity gets maids fired.” “Bullets splatter,” she reminded. A tense beat. Then he exhaled; frustration, not relief. “Put the book down,” he repeated.

The mounting emotions drive her to take decisive action. With a sudden burst of determination, Rose snatches the torn book from Alexa's hand and forcefully pushes her away. Alexa stumbles, on the verge of tripping, but is saved by Felicia, who swiftly intervenes to prevent any further harm. The professor, appearing at that moment, witnesses the chaotic scene unfolding before him, his voice booming with surprise and concern. He demands an explanation from Rose, using her full name, "Rose White! What the hell is happening here?"

"Isn't that Cameron's clothes?" "She is not going to come back again and the scent keep messing with my head, I hate it" Rosa was glad that he admitted the truth at least and didn't bother lying to her, Cameron's scent was all around the pajamas, she made sure of that. "What about the book?" "You don't read and neither do I, I'm not a packrat who keeps things, I declutter" "But you don't lose the memory, do you?" "There is no memory and throw out the ashes" Liam watches the book as it burns to ashes, he didn't bother leaving so Rosa doesn't take the book out and keep it for a woman who he was never going to let back into his life.

I thought about Lena asleep in the room at the end of the hall, and the three roses outside her door, and the particular and specific morning when she would open the door and find them there, and what she would understand from finding them, and what I would not have to say because the roses had said it, because some things could be said this way more precisely than they could be said with words. I turned the page. I went back to work.

"My friend, Zoya I hope you liked the roses. It smells refreshing, isn't it? These roses are plucked from a little garden in the graveyard behind my house. How Ironic! Death and Life are in the same place." Zoya gulped as her smile faded and looked at the roses. She continues reading, "Still, my roses keep blooming every day without any fear you know why, because no matter what you have gone through, from where you have born and how much worst your past is, Love stands strong in every situation.Just like a lotus in the mud. But you know, the smell of these roses remains only for a while. Once the rose starts drying out, its smell starts fading away, its color starts changing and then one day

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ Rose didn't even look up from the book. "It's called 'In a Monster’s Bed.'"

He carried a large bouquet of roses and looked at me with a mix of regret and longing. "I was blind, Rosie. It felt like I was living in a dream before. Now that I've woken up, I realize I can't live without you." The set fell silent as everyone turned to watch. Allen had no shame declaring this in front of so many people. I felt thankful for having eaten lightly that morning; at least I had not thrown up yet. Allen continued his self-absorbed speech, "Can you give me another chance? Let's start over. We were engaged after all—"