Love Story Rose Novels & Stories

Leaning down, he offered his hand to bring her up. Rose looked at the offered hand longingly, debating if she should follow the rules or just have fun… as the boy started to wiggle his fingers she grasped his hand and jumped up onto the side of the fence panel. The ladies were all so engrossed in ogling the soldiers and their muscles that no one noticed her for once and she could at last have some real fun! Giving the boy her attention, Rose introduced herself; “thank you for helping me get a better view young sir, I do love watching! My name is Rose Duncaster, heiress to this manor.”

She didn’t need to guess who sent it. Excitement swelled in her chest. She slid into the car, picked up the bouquet, and read the small card tucked inside. “Meet me at the VIP’s elevator.” That was it. No “sweetheart,” no “love, Dixal.” She pouted slightly. That man could never bring himself to write anything tender. Then again, knowing Dixal—he was always more expressive in person than in letters. A soft smile curved her lips as she inhaled the fresh scent of the roses. They were newly picked. Yellow Valentine roses—her favorite. He remembered.

The heat of her hand on mine…made me feel things. “The rose…” She started. “What about it?” I asked softly. “I heard your mother ask if you’d given me a rose. You said you had. Was that the one you gave me in the library? Did it mean anything?” For a breath I let my gaze drop to her lips, just long enough for her to see but not long enough for me to lose control. “In our world,” I said, “a rose is not just a flower. It’s a binding. When we offer a woman a rose, it’s like offering her an engagement ring. If she accepts it, she automatically becomes the lord’s fiancee.”

She squeezed the thick muscles of my neck. "You used to love this perfume, Martinez," she whispered, her red lips parting as she tilted her head back to look at me. "Look at what you’re doing to us. You’re running yourself ragged trying to control a feral little stray. You gave up a highborn queen who knows how to run an empire, all for a gambler’s cheap debt. Let me remind you what it feels like to have a real woman by your side." She leaned in further, her heavy tits brushing against my chest, her breath hot on my neck. The familiar friction brought a sudden, dark surge of heat to my groin, but my mind remained dead cold.

Rosalie wasn't surprised with how fast her wedding day arrived , she had ofcourse heard about the incident where Aiden's brides have ran away with their lovers . Even though Aiden chose girls who lost their mates in battle , it does not meant that they were willing to be his bride . But Rosalie did not have this option, her mate was alive and well but she was rejected . That's right at her eighteenth birthday when the spring of her life should have arrived and she should have been allowed her to have her shot at happiness , her love was brutally taken away from her .

[Kaden] As I walk back to the car Coby pulled his car out the narrow road, I opened the back door. My heart stopped as I didn't see Rose anywhere. "Rose!" I yelled slamming the door close. My eyes move back to the two guys over the ground and I moved around in search of her, The relief that washed over my heart when I saw her back towards me. I walked near her. "Rose?" I touched her hand. "I am sorry you had to see that" She bites her lip.

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. " A King… Her king that rules the kingdom. The blood that she doesn’t need is the one that can keep her alive. She doesn’t know that love is going to make its way to getting in the way of the love she throws at her. She doesn’t know that once in her life… Red will always be love and Rose will always be red. ROSE AMARA AMBER

So I have to be careful of her feelings too. '"So much in love" Rosie blurted dreamily, this love story was too good to be true ''Yeah we start caring about tiny bit of the people we love" he replied sincerely. "Stella is so very lucky to have you." Rosie said hugging the cushion tighter. She was so overwhelmed with this cliché' full of life story, love story Rosie did not realise why this beautiful real life love story was hurting the left side of her chest... Jealousy?

Amelia said eyeing his dirt-covered body as he looked like he was used as a rag doll. "Oh… here." He took out an icy rose from his pocket and gave it to her. "This is a flower that symbolizes love." He explained to her as she is happy, it looked exactly like a flower carved out of ice but it felt exactly like a flower. "Back at home, a red rose symbolizes love." She smiled looking up at him. "But this is much more beautiful." She added pecking his dusty cheeks that she didn't mind. They both walked to their room as she helped Augusta take off his clothes revealing his bare skin as she turned away blushing shyly.