Mine Ak Rose Novels & Stories

“Not even for a second, it was all pretense and you know it.” Rose turned, finger jabbing at me. “You! I swear I’ll see the end of you!” My fists clenched. Rage. Fear. Embarrassment. Before I could speak, Ace spoke again. “If I ever see you near her again,” his voice was a whisper, but carved in stone, “I will make sure I destroy everything attached to your name.” Rose curled her lip, furious but shaking. “But- but she ruined us!” she accused. “There was never ‘us’, what's wrong with you?” he replied cold as ice.

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

Then my father’s voice sliced through again—only to break me completely. “Brace yourself. You’re getting married to Lucas Rodriguez by noon today.” I staggered backward, nearly collapsing. The room tilted. My hand struck a vase by the shelves, and when it shattered, dull red blood dripped from my palm onto the marble floor. They didn’t care. Not one glance. Lucas Rodriguez. The name alone made my knees buckle. I’d heard it whispered before—in boardrooms, in dark corners of the city, in the trembling breaths of people who knew better than to say it aloud. Enough to make men flinch in back alleys and moguls swallow their pride.

“Jay, since I can’t escape from your evil clutches today anyway, I want to hear the truth. Have you ever loved Angeline Severe?” “No.” “Haha…” Rose cried out in grief. “Okay, I get it. I finally see your true colors.” “One more question that I need to know the answer to. Did you deliberately stage the accident that killed Angeline because she knew the secret of Mushroom Gate?” “Yes.” “You were so kind to her.” Rose clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. “Today, I’ll put an end to this.” Clenching her fists like a cheetah gone crazy, she smashed the window with one punch.

"We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!" The entire room was suddenly deathly silent, until John sprang to his feet in shock, "What?!"

That’s right, The third thing I forgot to mention, the maid was also the driver. The café, a hidden gem nestled in the heart of the city, was Lucas's private sanctuary. As Rose approached the unmarked entrance, she marvelled at the intimate setting. Inside, a single candle flickered on the elegantly set table. The ambiance was one of quiet sophistication, with antique wooden chairs and rich crimson drapes. As she stepped into the warm, cozy atmosphere, her eyes met Lucas's. He rose from his chair, a welcoming grin on his face. "Yo," he greeted, his voice infused with delight at her arrival. …

" I spent the whole damn weekend living for you, all so that the first time I contradicted you in the slightest, you could tell me that I was nothing but an arrogant bastard.” Rose seemed surprised at my reaction, but I couldn't care less, I was sick of her little games. We had already left the campus and were walking the streets that would take us to Grayfox Mills. " But…” " So if you can't handle a fucking game between friends, stop the fucking car, because this arrogant bastard will be better off away from you, and you can be sure I won't be alone!” Rose left the street we were on, taking a side road flanking one of the many woods that surrounded the small town, probably looking for a pla