Mobil Rose Novels & Stories

Zoe leaned slightly forward, squinting as she studied the car more closely. Then her eyes widened. “That plate number is five 8s in a row,” she said suddenly, her voice carrying a gasp of surprise. “Could that person inside be the project lead?” Pete immediately followed her gaze toward the entrance. Several other guests nearby had also begun glancing toward the doors as the luxurious vehicle came to a stop outside. The car was unmistakable. It was a Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Drop Tail, one of the rarest and most expensive vehicles in the world.

Rose’s fingers curled at her sides, her pulse settling instead of spiking as the pieces slid neatly into place. “Bad odds,” Rose said, her voice level, almost bored. The rogue in front of her huffed out a laugh, rolling his shoulders like he was about to enjoy this. “Looks good to me.” They came at her all at once, too many bodies in too small a space, confident in the numbers, confident that there was nowhere for her to go. Rose moved before they closed the distance, toward the wall, her foot hitting brick and pushing off, vaulting to the other wall. She was using the narrow space instead of fighting against it as she drove upward, her body twisting through the gap they hadn’t expected her

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.

The first wave rose, impossibly high, gleaming red under the pale morning sun. And through the roar, I thought I heard laughter hers, sharp and broken, blending with the storm. I turned, shouting down the tower, “Sound the alarm! Wake the Luna!” The horns cried again, louder this time. The fortress stirred, wolves howling in unison. The sea had started breathing again. And every breath sounded like war. Clara POV The sea obeyed. It rose slow at first, as if waking from a long dream smooth and deliberate, a creature remembering its own body.

The driver started driving in the direction of my dorm building. As we pulled up to my building I saw something out of the ordinary. It was a black Hennessey Venom F5 with blacked out windows. I gasped at the sight of this car being here, at the same time I was wondering who it belonged too. I kept on looking at the car for what felt like an eternity, when I noticed a red bow on top. I thought to myself that someone in the dorms is very lucky to have rich parents. As I was getting out of the car with my bags in tow a man appeared in front of the doors to the dorms.

“Mother, I need more than this. The children at my NGO are facing eviction. I need funds for a lawsuit.” Diana’s lips curved into a cruel smile. “And waste such an amount on your little charity project? No, Rose. I won’t.” “That’s why you’ll never understand doing good for others,” Rose said sharply. “It was a mistake asking.” She walked out, her envelope untouched. Diana called after her, voice dripping with disdain. “Good luck finding the money without my help.” Hours later, Rose stood inside a car dealership, determination burning in her eyes. Her red Ferrari gleamed under the lights, but the men across from her smirked.

I said He hummed in response and minutes later, he drove the car to my front almost hitting marielle but she managed to move aside, He opened the door for me as people stared with wide eyes wondering if I was really a low life as Marielle had called me earlier on. As I slid into the seat, the car’s tires spun slightly in the muddy puddle — splashing muddy water right onto Marielle’s denim mini dress. It wasn’t intentional, but it was satisfying. Marielle shrieked. “You’ll regret this, Celine! I’ll kill you!” She said her voiced laced with venom as she brought out her phone and called someone.

I stored that information away for future reference now that I was going to a place completely filled with them. The salty air mixed with the rocking of the ship wasn't doing any good for my stomach so I headed back inside the ship. I stopped at my brother's level and spotted them at a dingy table playing a card game. Felix looked up and spotted me right away. Before I would have assumed that was because he was really aware of his surroundings but now I think it's more to do with his vampiric capabilities. "Hey, Rose, had enough of the salty air?" "Yeah. What are you guys playing?" I take a seat in the spare chair.

How did it get there? Rain stared down at the rose she had found by her bedside the second the woke up. The scent drifting in the air and causing her to smile. It reminded her of her time in the cabin and Rain didn’t realize how much she missed waking up to the comforting scent of roses until this one was brought to her. Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently?

I’m asking for the name of the teams, not the status. “I meant the name of the team.” “Oh, the black and gold versus the LA galaxy,” he said, and focused on the field. “Okay, what—” “Adenike Ademoroti. Please, let me have these last thirty minutes alone. After these, I’m all yours.” His eyes wide, he clasped his hands together and hold it high up, a Yoruba way of mock-pleading before returning his attention to the game. “Whatever. You brought me here yourself.”