Love Story Rose Novels & Stories

she love her fiance so much. A day before her wedding, she caught her fiance sleeping with her maid.. she got angry but since it is a day before her wedding she decided to go on with the wedding. She confronted the fiance.. only for her fiance to tell her he doesn't love her and he can't marry her any longer.. he called off the wedding. Rose cried, she felt pain, she got broken, all she could think of was killing herself.. her parents couldn't do anything... But later she met a man he is God sent angel to her.. she found love again although it took time before she could love him but the man didn't give up.

Leo asked: "and what?." Rose with a broken heart: “You have a girl who has never loved a man, a girl who has loved you since she first laid her eyes on you.” Rose shed tears, saying, "I tried so hard not to love you. I hated you. I did everything not to love you, and I failed." "She knows what you're doing is wrong, but she doesn't care anymore. She just wants you to love her. Even if you never loved her, she will love you until the last moment of her life."

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

I smiled. Rose had mud covering her clothes, with splashes of water on her top as well. "You should change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." She nodded with a sheepish smile, "I went to collect water from the river but slipped over the rock and fell." I paused but continued stirring again...the river. "Can you add the final petals and stir this? I have some work to do." Rose looked at me in shock and to my surprise, she shook her head in a no immediately, "I can't do that, you shall always complete your work other..."

“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.”

Rose exhaled a long breath. You don't understand why those high school kids fall in love so easily. Ah, remembering the past, the marriage was also because of love. She is the one who is obsessed, even though Dias is ordinary. Just because Dias helped her, she thought everyone liked her when they didn't. Dias just didn't deliberately help her, and she already liked that man; she had never seen as good a man as Dias before. She once fell in love but always broke up unkindly. Either because of cheating or because the man becomes more realistic. Ah, remembering that, Rose became sad herself. Dias also used to be kind, before he suggested to his father that he propose to Dias for him. After that

Pink multiflora roses represented purity, while burgundy red ones symbolized the vow of unwavering love. Both types of roses embodied her longing to remain forever united with Cedric, the only person she wished to be with. Observing discreetly, the waitress quickly left to spare herself the discomfort of intruding on their intimate moment. Cedric navigated through the sea of flowers, his strides bringing him to her side. "These roses were all air-shipped from Gallia. Do you like them?" Her racing heart suddenly calmed down at his words, and Sophie looked up and met his gaze directly. "Did you really go to Gallia?"

Rose was finding it difficult to speak but she just wished her words would almost get sinked past his skull and into his brain. “Don't say that my love. You and I had a beautiful thing together. We...we care for each other deeply. We love each other. And, I know you still love me.” She saw him wide his eyes like he was very certain of what she felt for him. “Nothing can quench the passion we have for each other my red flower. You only belong to me. And, we will be together after a week.” He added making Rose alert her eyes back to him.

Maybe all the time. ''She doesn't love me anymore,'' I mutter. ''I wouldn't too if I were her.'' He replies and I turn to look at him in dissatisfaction, to find him chuckling. ''Look, that's the thing with women. You fucked up once and they won't be back for your shit. The thing with Rose—the one thing that makes her different than any other women is her love for you. You dumb shit, you should've seen the way she looks at you. I'm sorry but I don't see that anymore; all I see is the way you look at her. That's no use,'' He shrugs.

He took control, pulling her in, one hand behind her head, the other wrapped firmly around her waist. They kissed—long and deep, like lovers lost in the rush of first love. And just like that, I couldn't tell anymore. Was it "Rose" that made him lose control? Or had he truly fallen for Chloe? All I knew was, he no longer loved me. Not me—Wendy. I was already dead, but somehow, my heart still hurt like hell.