Love Story Rose Novels & Stories

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

"Thank you for telling me that, and I am just terrified as well as scared." Emperor Carl placed his left hand on Rosabella's correct check, and he stroked her face. Emperor Carl stood up, and he helped Rosabella to stand up. Rosabella looked away, and Emperor Carl used his left hand to make Rosabella look at him. Rosabella glances up at Emperor Carl, wrapping his arms around her. He pulls her close to him as she places her hands on his chest, and they kiss on the lips.

"Rosa Roja, have you ever seen magic like this: Just wave your hand to the sky and the rain will stop, the wind will stop, and the warm sun will appear again?" "Not yet." Rosa Roja didn't pay any attention to what she said, just shook her head. "I've seen him do it, he's really strong!" Rosa Roja tapped her on the head. "Didn't I already tell you, that you two can't love each other, why are you still thinking about him?"

I wasn't about ready to confess my love for her, so hopefully my actions succeeded in telling her how I felt. Rose closed her eyes for a fraction of a heartbeat before she returned the gesture. A light and precious burn of electricity flourished where her lips touched my skin. "Perfect," she replied. "Now you can forever be my comrade." "Forever and always." RPOV January 3rd, 1686

and the present was the main thing. One day, yes one day that was the tenth of April, in the morning a big bunch of red roses arrived at her door, for a moment Dani thought, "Damian always so romantic", she took the card that came with a CD, the card was blank, it didn't say anything or who was the one who sent it to her, With curiosity he opened the CD case, went to the player to hear what it said, she smiled with emotion, but not before putting the roses in a beautiful vase, then put the disc, sat on the couch and immediately began to listen to a song.

Her hair fanned out in the wind in layers like tentacles and blood trickled down her eyes as she spoke in nothing but echoes. "A blooming rose attracts two maidens. The scent of it shall cause the cherry blossoms to flourish and the Belladonna to wither. Love will find one and break the other. You, Alexios Rose, shall be the architect of all their undoing."

Crescent sighed at her silence, "That's fine, I guess. I kind of gathered that you guys aren't marrying for love. Lust, maybe... Rose blushed at that. "...but not for love. It won't matter anyway." Crescent continued. "Why won't it matter?" Rose asked, curious. Crescent shrugged, "Everyone eventually ends up falling in love with Jericho. I mean, have you seen the guy? And he's really sensitive, too. Not many guys are."

The sweet fragrance of the roses filled the air, their red petals blooming with sparkling dewdrops, spreading out in layers to form a magnificent ocean of flowers. At that moment, Samuel walked in, stepping on the sea of rose petals. He moved gracefully, dressed in an expensive suit, striding towards Cynthia. “Cynthia, our future Best Actress, congratulations on the successful start of your first film,” he said, taking Cynthia’s hand and kissing it. His eyes were full of affection. “These 99,999 roses represent my unchanging love for you.” Cynthia blushed as she looked at Samuel, softly murmuring, “Sam...”

I didn't sleep all night, and I even brought your favorite cake. If he truly loved me, he would've noticed the bed was still perfectly made. I looked worn out and exhausted, like someone who had been out all night. Compared to him, I was the one who looked like they'd been working overtime. He pulled me down to sit with him on the couch and cut a slice of cake for me. "We're getting married next week. Today marks exactly one week before our wedding." The way he looked at me, so full of emotion and attention—it was nothing short of ironic. But maybe this was a fitting end. A perfect close to a rotten chapter.

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."