Mobil Rose Novels & Stories

" There were plenty of flower shops along the way, but none of them satisfied Willow. Eventually, she picked a store that looked clean and pretty and had beautifully wrapped flowers. Willow stepped inside. The shop owner greeted her with a smile. "What kind of flowers do you want to buy, kid?" "Roses!" Willow declared boldly. She heard that roses symbolized love. If she gave roses to her parents, they would surely understand just how much she loved them. The shop owner led her to the roses. "You can choose the roses, kid." "Thank you." Willow watched carefully from the side. There were different colors of roses—white ones, red ones, and even roses that gradually transitioned from white to bl

"That's right. It's the Assassin M2 from Kowalski, the most expensive motorbike sold in the country!" One of the onlookers passed her phone to Eunice and showed the model to her. It looked exactly like the one Wilson had. "It's a beauty, isn't it? If it weren't too tall for me, I would've bought it too." "Are you sure you can afford it? Did you win the lottery?" "Oh, shut up." While the other colleagues jested with each other, Eunice tightened her fists. Ashen-faced, she fell into silent contemplation as she continued staring out onto the street, even though the motorbike was long gone.

The forest was alive with the soft hum of crickets and the distant rustle of leaves, the moon casting everything in silver. Rosemary took a deep breath, her shoulders squaring as though she was bracing herself for something. She stepped forward, her bare feet sinking into the cool earth, and raised a hand. I watched her closely, the air around us shifting subtly, a faint hum of energy building. “Rose, what are you doing?” I asked cautiously. “Trust me,” she said, her voice calm.

"Chloe, you really don't know, do you?" She walked closer to my bed, looking down at me from above. "That money's long gone. Prof. Stenson already spent it." "That's a lie!" I struggled to sit up. "Is it?" Wynter pulled out her phone, swiping to a photo before tossing it onto my blanket. It was a financial report, every detail of the fund's flow laid out in black and white. "He used your parents' money to build his lab, buy a riverside villa, and get himself a luxury car. Oh, and…" She pointed to one of the entries with a grin. "My living expenses. Over the years, that's added up to more than a million."

I opened my own studio, and my days became full, vibrant, and happy. One night, Jordan stepped out of the shower, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on the small of his back. I leaned closer. It was a rose in full bloom—beside it, a little girl dancing. My fingertips trembled as I traced it, my eyes stinging. "I had it done when I was seventeen," he said softly. His gaze lowered to mine, eyes shimmering with starlight. "I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride."

" Chris cleared Aaron's mind, "Even if she loves him I don't give a damn, and according to me she should say yes to him..." Aaron said, Hearing his words Chris grits his teeth in rage, but instead of arguing with him, he called Mac and told him Aaron's plan. Rose divided the groups and then they planned to go after all the cars, "Only one Rolls-Royce Phantom information is missing, this car was recently got brought and our men are unable to find the location of this car..." hearing Rose's words, Aaron closed his eyes.

Nick said solemnly as he concern about Rose's health. After some time Aaron leaves Nick's office. When Aaron come out of Nick's office he was staring at Rose. Rose didn't glance at him once. He passed beside her. Rose can smell his Cologne. Rose inhales like a pro perfumer, top note mint, bitter coffee the same fragrance. Then Aaron left the office. Rose sighed in relief. ***Evening*** Rose piled up her work. She comes out of the office. But her legs froze halfway when A black Mercedes Maybach s class waiting outside. Rose sees a similar face.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

Kevin's recent demeanour did not allow her to speak out. Rose moved her eyes, focused on the road. Like a helpless kid, she was forced to move in somewhere she did not want to go.