Lost Roses Book Novels & Stories

Her eyes scanned the upper row until they landed on the book, Oath of Blood. She recognized its heavy golden spine instantly. With a nervous breath, Rosa pulled it out, clutching it tightly before she stepped down. Without wasting another second, she made her way to the table and sat. Her fingers trembled slightly when she opened the book. Page after page, Rosa flipped, desperately searching for that letter. The letter wasn’t in the beginning. It wasn’t in the middle either. Rosalie flipped faster. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this without asking him but still she couldn’t help herself.

"Sylvia tricked me! She did it on purpose, to drive us apart!" He pulled a grimoire from his coat, magically preserved. "Look! These are the images of the 998 roses! I saved them all! Every one holds a memory of us!" The book opened on its own, and images of Stygian Roses floated in the air. Each flower marked a moment from our past. Our first meeting. Our first embrace. Our first kiss. A century of memories flashed before my eyes like a dying dream. I watched the images, and my heart was still.

A few days later. Rose had significantly recovered from her trauma thanks to Matthew. Now she was sitting in the library, reading books as she usually would on a normal day. The book she was reading was titled: King of Chaos, The Scarlett King. The contents were about the characteristics of Leviticus Scarlett, his life story, his uprising and his end. Details including his family and empire were also written. Rose had the past few days learning about it. The door squeaked open and Matthew entered the library. He looked at the wall where the paint was not really matching in colour to the rest of it. Then he walked towards the table where Rose was sitting.

Chapter 9 Sean watched Rose deal with each shopkeep, owner and staff at all 6 of the 7 places on her little list. If he hadn’t already been bedazzled by her, he would have after today. Rose stood up to the short, elderly gentleman that owned the shop containing the food containers, cutlery and linens she had ordered. When he suggested that Sean should be the contact for the account instead of putting too much stress on a poor delicate flower such as her… Sean thought she’d box his ears for sure. He wasn’t disappointed! That “delicate flower” went up one side of him and down the other, ha! She had him asking whether he should sit or stand by the conclusion of the visit. He was so apologetic,

Chloe flew back several meters from the kick, clutching her chest as blood spilled from her lips. Her vision blurred as pain stabbed through every organ in her body. Since being locked up here, she'd endured torment no human should face. She was terrified—but still, she'd held on to the hope that Mickey might remember the bond they once had. But now, it was clear. That bond had never truly existed. Everything between them had come from that diary. From Rose. And she wasn't Rose.

he said and began walking away. Rose closed her eyes and breathed deeply. For a second, she thought he was going to ask her about the book she had been reading. “Rose,” Grim called. She opened her eyes to see Grim staring intently at her. “Let me see the book you were reading,” “I wasn't...” “Don't lie to me Rose, book. Now!” She reached her hands and stalled. “Rose,” There was no going around this. She brought out the book and gave it to him.

“I thought your room could use something beautiful.” He pushed the roses toward her. She didn’t move to take them. "I like lilies better," she declared bluntly. "Falsehoods." His smile got bigger. "Elara, you're no lily. In the sun, lilies wither. Roses bloom and bleed in it. He lean closer speaking slowly so she alone could hear. “You and I are roses. Power with thorns. And I intend to see you bloom beside me.” Her eyes narrowed. “And if I choose to bloom alone?”

"Oh, Carlo. Look at me. Take a good look... Whose wedding do you think this is? This is my wedding. Mine, and I'll be marrying Luca. And you? You're just a madman crashing someone else's wedding." His smile froze. Tears rolled down his face. "No… It's not true… Rosa, you love me…" I dropped the wilted roses at his feet. "You're wrong. I did love you...but that was in another life. You murdered that love with your own hands, and my life along with it. All I have for you in this life is hate." I took Luca's arm and walked past Carlo without looking back. His cries echoed behind me, but none of that mattered to me anymore.

Rose pressed her hand over her mouth. “I wrote a book about it,” she said, her voice barely steady. “Thirty copies. I thought I was just. Writing down something I couldn’t explain.” “You were keeping the truth alive,” Dave said. “The same way Mabel kept it alive in the journal. The same way Agnes kept it alive in the letters. Your version was a book that thirty people read and one historian found in a charity shop five years ago and read four times.” “Margaret,” Rose said.

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