Mine Ak Rose Novels & Stories

The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.

“That would be fine.” It was an awkward meeting between Lucas and Krister when the latter wanted to borrow her for that night. Lucas, being the calm and chill guy he was, didn’t even notice that Rojean wanted to go home and lends Krister permission over her for the time being. The restaurant they went to was a high-end one and was the perfect place for any private meeting if anyone may. There was already a reception, seeing as Krister had connections there and they were both led to an exclusive area so they could converse without anyone else hearing about it.

They seemed to express that I didn't want him anymore. Facing 50 acres of land, Jeffrey finally realized that I, like these departed roses, would not return. The roses had been given to another woman by him casually, and its owner would not return because of himself. I would no longer plant flowers for him. He would never see me holding roses and asking him, "The roses are ripe. When are we going to get married?" He realized that roses had feelings too. I was willing to be trapped in a greenhouse by him because of my love for him.

I'll be back you won't even know I'm gone (winks and left) CLAIRE: Anya is so cool ROSE: I know CLAIRE: Oh my God Rosie, look at that car. ROSE: I'm not a fan of cars but I know beauty when I see it. AXEL: And so do I. Hello girls ROSE: Um...who...are you? AXEL: I'm Axel (stretches his hands forth to shake) CLAIRE: (took his hand) Claire ROSE: (took his hand) Rose AXEL: Wow. What beautiful names you have. Matching your physical appearance

It felt like she was looking at someone else entirely, a princess from a distant, imaginary kingdom. She hadn’t realized how money could make someone look so “perfect.” Rose hurried out of the room when she heard Aaron knocking. The moment he saw her, he froze. Rose rarely wore heavy makeup, usually just neat hair and a swipe of lip gloss. Seeing her hair elegantly pinned up, a few loose strands framing her temples, made Aaron’s heart tremble. Her lips, softly painted red, and her refined makeup could make any man unable to look away. “Are you wearing a mask?” Aaron asked.

I was the trash of Silverclaw. Just then I heard the clicking of heels on the floor. I knew that walk anywhere. Rose. The badass of the school. I immediately had a feeling something would happen. Rose was passing by the doorway. She was wearing a dress that cost more than my life. She looked perfect. Like everything I could never be. Ace looked at her and his expression changed. The anger didnt go away but it hid behind a mask. He signaled for her to come over. "Rose," he called out.

She sighed “oh damn I’ve got a morning shift today, I wish I could spend the whole day with you. But don’t worry, I'll be back before evening so we can N*****x and chill.” “If you remembered it was our anniversary, you could have asked for a day off earlier, like I did,” Mike said, raising an eyebrow. “Babe, I’m sorry. Don't be petty,” Rose said, cupping his cheeks playfully. “I promise to make it to you.” Mike gave a soft, almost shy smile. Rose got up and dressed quickly, in her work dungarees, helmet and boots. She worked at a cement factory. A job that paid little, but kept her afloat.

“I'll go get more drinks.” Rose announced as she stepped foot inside her kitchen and walking by the refrigerator. She opened it and already took out few numbers of canned soft drinks and beers. She was excited and happy. It wasn't everyday that her home was crowded with lots of people she didn't know. Today was Azazel's birthday and Rose had taken it upon herself to make today a special day for Azazel. Even though it might look like she was trying too hard but she knew she had to for appearances but also because she wanted to do this much for Azazel.

Today was Mark's cousin's birthday. So Rose wore a nice dress and put on some make up. She went to university. Mark told her he would come and pick her up from her university. Rose agreed with him. Rose rarely used makeup, and sometimes Alice took her to some parties. That time Alice put her face on with great make up. But rather than that, Rose didn't wear make up. Today she took a foundation to set her face. She used mascara and natural pink lipstick. She was looking good naturally.

Rose nods at her for approval with a smile as I stand lifeless, listening to what they are saying, and on the other hand, I am trying to fix the puzzle of what is going on. She breathed out sharply before continuing. "Makris Andino. Thirty-two-year-old hot cake. He has a gorgeous face. A figure of a model and has a great family background. He is rated the perfect candidate for the world's most handsome husband figure in all of Rome and outside of Rome." she grins. "I want to marry him too, " Rose uttered. I frown. "Rose, wipe up ur drools, Eww." He breathes money. He had a photo of me. How the fuck did he snap my back? It means that he took this photo when I was fast asleep. Is he a pervert?