Love Story Rose Novels & Stories

Rose frowned. "That's strange. Did she turn off her phone on purpose?" She quickly typed a message: "Rose, I've finished my task. What should I do now? Should I just leave? Or what? Call me back, please.” Deep down, though, Rose didn’t want to leave Matteo. He was her first love—the only love she had ever known. But if Matteo loved Romilda, where was there room for her? Nowhere. Why hold onto feelings only to suffer as someone else’s stand-in? Rose refused to pretend anymore. Once Romilda returned to the Cavanaugh family, Rose would walk away from Matteo.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

I continued, "Just now, when you said you hadn't realized until today that you loved me—that was the exact moment I stopped loving you. I've waited three years. I've collected too much disappointment. And a lifetime is far too long. I no longer have the strength to endure your sudden love today and your sudden indifference tomorrow." He staggered back, his voice breaking. "Catelyn, I regret it… Give me a chance to make it right, please?" I shook my head firmly. "I am his only rose, the one he holds closest to his heart. And the feeling of being truly cherished is something I can't bear to let go of." I looked him in the eye and spoke sincerely, "George, I wish you one thing—that you never mi

I didn’t need to…fuck I don’t even know what to say. Kelvin reached out slowly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m in love with you, Rose,” he confessed softly. “And I don’t want to pretend anymore.” My heart stumbled, tripped, fell straight into him. The city lights flickered behind us. The wind softened. And for the first time ever… Kelvin Halt looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that made sense. “Rose,” he breathed, his voice trembling. “I don’t know how to love the right way anymore, but I’m trying, I’ve been shattered for so long…but for you, I’ll keep fighting.”

I began choosing a new plot of land that was better suited for growing roses. … Isabelle left, and no one knew where she went. The roses bloomed beautifully the following year. They were sold all across the country, and our village's economy improved drastically. Growing roses gave Rachel enough money to support her studies, so she went back to school. Many college graduates started returning to the village, and the place was slowly filled with young people again. That was also how I met my current girlfriend, Sarah Lovelett. Adult relationships were often simple like that. We didn't have a dramatic, movie-like first meeting. Our relationship wasn't grand or passionate. It was only filled wi

A gentle hand petted through brown locks, and those warm eyes landed on her again, "What is your favorite flower, miss. Croix?" "I like…" She bit his lip, trying to think, but only one answer came to mind, "roses." An amused chuckle hit her ears, "Red ones?" "…No." A simple denial. "Then what is your favorite?" "I don't have one." The laugh sounded again, and Alina felt her cheeks grow hot.

Has he predicted my actions? “Where are you going? I’m sure you don’t plan on leaving me here so I would get bored and leave.” I listened to my pounding heartbeat. Gritting my teeth, I tried to hide calm myself. His arms across my chest rise with each exhalation, and low with each inhalation. His other hand hauled my phone from me and press play from the lock screen. Taylor Swift’s Lover song continues playing. “Listen, this is the best part,” he said. He rocks me with him, his arms now across my waist.

He looked up at me affectionately with his golden eyes. He took one of my hands and said, “Eva, you know what? I was so excited and flustered when you promised to marry me. Once I fell into Hell, the darkness accompanied me. You are the only light in my life. You let me feel the beauty of the world, the fragrance of flowers, and the beating of the pulse again. You are the world's most pure and beautiful white rose. You are the only one that I want to accompany and protect in my life. Even if the sea runs dry, even if the mountain falls, my love for you will never change. I love you, my gorgeous rose.”

Rose stood up and started packing her purse, "Lionel, I am sorry. But now, I have to go. It's like, my friend has created trouble which I couldn't explain to you. I have to go. I wish you would forgive me for today's behavior. Moreover, we would meet again! By the way, I am very glad to hear about your relationship. I wish that you both would live longer with each other. Okay, bye!" Without giving any chance for Lionel to speak, Rose turned around and left. She didn't want to cry in front of him. Nor she wanted to let him know that she was in love with him and wanted to propose to him. She would probably choose to die rather than to let him know that she was in love with him.

I am now immortal and perhaps the only thing that could bury me six feet below the ground is when I find a way to terminate my lifetime contract to the Blood Rose. Nevertheless, even if he is already gone with the wind, I never ceased loving him. Even after thirty years, it seems that the only thing that the Blood Rose couldn’t take away from me is my ability to love—my ability to remember our happy days. It just proves that…that even a monster can love, even a vampire has the ability to feel the only thing that makes the world go round.” Rosette then wiped away her tears as soon as finishing her story. Rozelyn spotted on her ring finger a shimmering trinket—a wedding ring. Still on Rosette’