Lost Roses Book Novels & Stories

For heaven's sake, he'd gone through a lot of hell, finally landing a reward and this damn system was trying to terminate it. "I'll accept it", he snapped, stretching out his hands, his fingertips lightly tapping on the Yes button. [Congratulations, host has been rewarded with the Lustful Manual!!] Alan's eyes widened, quietly watching as a book materialized in his hands out of thin air. His mouth hung open, his expression half astonished and half out of his wits. "Xena, what is this thing?", Alan clutched the book, his gaze landing on the........ drawing of two males tangled in a seemingly uncomfortable sex position. Absolutely crude to the eyes.

'' Tears are continuing to fall. It has been exactly ten minutes but she has not open the door, making me worry even more of what she might be doing inside; causing me to try and break the door—not caring if I end up hurting. After a couple of tried, the door breaks down, revealing Rose laying onto the ground, her eyes closed.

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

I already had an idea about what and how all these meant, nevertheless I didn't want to conclude yet thus I had other books waiting. Dropping the first aside, my gaze met with the second, and it had a green cover, a red rose adding beauty to the plain colors and I had no idea I was smiling as my hand unconsciously rubbed on the edges of the image of the flower. The title read, “The essence of roses.” For some reason, the title sounded beautifully to my ears as I read it and did it again for the second time. I put it to my right as I murmured “I’d start with you.”

I knew I couldn't live like this any longer, yet here I was, trapped in this room as dangerous men lurked just across the hallway. As I reached for the book, memories of my past flooded back - memories of fear, of being trapped, of signing my freedom away. My heart raced as I clutched the book tight. But something drew me to the golden roses on the spine. Roese… My heart skips a beat at the sight of a rose, especially if it's pure and white. Ever since I was a young girl, their magical allure has enchanted me. I view them as an emblem of fortune and pray that with unwavering determination, one day I too will pen the final chapter of my fairy tale, and find my happily ever after.

“Let’s carry out the last option.” *** Rosealba sat in front of her office desk, fingers dancing steadily over the keyboard. She was near the final chapter—the very end of the book her love affair with Drystan had pushed her to write. Her cheeks glowed with excitement her eyes glinting with every word that unfolded on the screen. It was a love story drenched in pain, fire, and rebirth. A reflection of everything they’d survived. Of everything he had dragged her out of. She had poured her soul into those pages.

It was the memory card that he inserted and kept inside his hand. "I'm sorry, Mina. If I didn't protect you and forgive me if I do." I said and gradually peeled off the marked seam on his hand with sharp scissors. It was against my will to do that and I had no right to visit him at his grave because I was able to save him in those moments. After I got the small memory card from him, I also immediately put his grave back in order and I also offered a white rose as a farewell to him and because I know that flower is his favorite. I also left a prayer for him to help us end this crime and punish the people who should be punished, especially the person who did this to him.

“You know, you are so romantic sometimes, when you get rid of those dumb flirtatious comments, you just know exactly what to say to a girl. I'm glad that you bumped into you that day and I'm glad that I said yes to that date.” "I'm glad too, meeting you was the best possible thing I ever did, also I thought you liked my flirting." “Your flirting depends on the day. Guess what? I still have the roses. Your sister takes care of them, every single rose is made to feel special.” He held onto my hands. “Do you wanna know something?” I nodded. “Each 1,000th rose represents 1,000 reasons why I love you.” “You know what that makes it seem like, right?”

ANYA: I don't know what to do with it, just thought something in it might help us. LOGAN: Rosie's the nerd here, No offence. ROSE: A lot taken. LOGAN: No apologies but seriously, you should be able to figure out something by looking at it. (Opened the book and showed each page to her) ROSE: Logan, I can't even see your face clearly talk less of tiny writings in a book. LOGAN: What, cos it's dark? I have a.... ROSE: No, my glasses....it fell LOGAN: Holy shit...I didn't even notice....God, you look different...good different though (he laughs awkwardly)

************************ So here is the official last chapter of Flames and Roses the journey of Sheerazi family's second generation There will be no updates of this book and about 3rd generation no I am not planning anything for them. The journey of 142 chaps has came to an end now and I'm really feeling emotional i took one year to finish this book I don't know if the time I took is worth the book or not. I know my story is not perfect but this is what I wanted to present you all. Hope I did not disappointed anyone if I did I'm really sorry for that. Thank you for reading it and making till the end. For the last time can you all please give a review on the book as it has finished today?