Mine Ak Rose Novels & Stories

I put Alexander in the playpen and sat with Rose. "Dig in my beautiful flower," I smiled as I leaned over and kissed her. Alexander made a noise, and we both chuckled while we looked at our pup. Once we started to eat, we both just talked about our pup, the house, and what we were going to do later. I had to check in with my shops while Rose had to check her books. Yes, Rose was a writer, something she picked up after she left Kirk. As of now, she has made pretty good money in the writing apps she signed with. "Are you still hungry flower?"I pulled her out of her daydream. She was looking at her plate, but her mind was miles away. She jumped at first before her gorgeous eyes found mine.

“Needed coffee. Thought I’d stop by.” Rose narrowed her eyes slightly, clearly not buying his excuse. “Right. And out of all the cafés in the city, you just happened to choose this one?” “Maybe I like the name,” he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. Rose huffed, crossing her arms. “Do you want something or not?” Mike glanced at the menu board, though he wasn’t actually reading it. “Surprise me.” Rose rolled her eyes but turned to prepare a drink. As she worked, Mike couldn’t help but notice the little details—the way she bit her lip when she concentrated, the slight bounce in her step as she moved.

Aaron winked. Hope smiles. ________________________________ Next day. Zach is waiting for the rose in his car Today they are leaving to Chicago for shoot.. When zach about to call the rose, rose appears infront of me Zach eyes widens However he finds Paul with rose in that too with luggage "Hello, zach." Rose greets. "Hello, rose." Zach wish her back "Hey, paul." Zach wishes Paul now "Hello, zach." "Paul is also coming to Chicago with me, I hope you won't have any problem." Rose said

****SATURDAY**** Kathy and Rose were in the sitting room, Kathy doing her assignments and Rose pressing her phone, she didn't go to work today. The doorbell rang and Rose stood up and walked to the door, she opened and met Mia's there. "What are you doing here?" Rose asked. "I'm here to see your brother" Mia replied. "Why?" "It is for business, will you let me in now" Mia muttered and Rose rolled her eyes and moved aside, Mia walked in and she shut the door. "Let me go and call him" Rose said and walked upstairs. "Hey Kathy" Mia said as she sat down beside her and she faced her.

When the outline of Howl at the Moon rose ahead, dark and familiar in the thinning night, Rose let out a breath she had not realized she had been holding. The place looked almost peaceful from the road, the main bar quiet, the workshop and gas station sleeping under the last stretch of dark. Her room sat above the back, waiting, ordinary and safe. Kaelynn stopped the SUV near the back entrance. “Thank you for tonight,” she said, surprising herself with the sincerity of it. “I had forgotten what it felt like to win like that.” “You were magnificent,” he said simply. His eyes dropped to her mouth for half a beat, and the heat of that look followed her as she climbed out with her gym bag and he

Rose's curses and orders clearly showed her anger and confirmed the end of their friendship. But Maia didn't care. She had come to see Rose with the intention of picking a fight with the artist. She hoped Rose would realize the difference between them. Who you are, and who I am. She wanted to show that Rose White was no match for Maia Queen. “I am Ruby Moon, and you are just an ordinary artist. Besides, whose help did you need to get to your current position? Don't be a nut that has forgotten its shell,” Maia waved her hand as if Rose and her threats were nothing.

The violent surge of emotion sent me into another crisis that very night. My breathing grew shallow, my oxygen levels plummeted, and I was on the verge of needing a ventilator. Angela Reign, the head nurse who had cared for me since the beginning, stood by my side with reddened eyes as she administered the medication, gently patting my back to soothe me. "Chloe, hang in there. You have to hold on! Prof. Stenson has already succeeded, hasn't he? I saw the news yesterday—his new drug has made a miracle happen..."

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

“What I do want is information. About Rose. About hybrids. I’ve searched every source I could find, but there’s almost nothing out there. And now I’m asking you. How is she alive? She didn’t have a pulse. She was dead, Amber.” Amber’s expression flickered, her eyes darting to the ground as though she were gathering her thoughts. For a long moment, the only sound was the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze. Then, finally, she looked up, her gaze meeting mine with a seriousness that made my stomach twist.

At the end of the hall, a door sat slightly ajar. I pushed it open… and froze. The room was filled with portraits of me. Me dancing on stage. Me reading quietly in the library. Me sitting alone on a park bench, lost in thought. Every angle of me, every moment… Jordan had captured in painstaking detail. I stepped closer to one painting. That was seventeen-year-old me in mid-dance, skirt flying, laughter radiant. In the corner, there was a line of tiny words that read: My rose has finally come to me.