My Pretty Rose Novels & Stories

And as Martinez stepped into the dark foyer, the heavy, suffocating scent of expensive, sweet floral perfume hit my nose, completely masking the smell of the night. Seraphina’s perfume. Martinez stopped dead in his tracks, his entire body turning into a solid block of ice beneath me as he stared into the dark, empty house.

I dismissed her quickly, before I did something I didn't want to. She hurriedly scurried away, leaving me to my thoughts. Right now, I wasn't in the mood for any misbehaviour. My door barged open and I frowned, ready to give whoever that was a serious shouting. When I saw that it was Rose, I turned back around, walking back to my seat. Even though I knew she was here to most probably shout at me, I couldn't help but admire how beautiful she was. She wore a simple floral dress that reached her knee. Her neck was exposed because of the off-the-shoulder neck, and her hair held up in a ponytail.

She can't go outside because of the security so. Terrace...I run up to terrace and my steps come to halt when my gaze falls on Rosalina. She's standing on the railing of the terrace. Her feet are barely on the railings and if she moves one step she will fall straight three storeys down. " Rosalina.." I keep my voice calm even though I feel the immediate need to bind her and discipline her for her fucking audacity as I stand a few steps away from her. She looks back at me. Her eyes puffy and red. She didn't even change my shirt. She looks almost dead as her gaze falls on me. But she doesn't say anything.

"Haha, he's such a great guy, and I know he's going to make me the happiest girl on earth," Miss Rose said with a giggle as she shuffled on the sofa next to Natalie, sipping her beer. Natalie nodded with a smile, taking a slow sip of her beer before turning to Rose. "When are you going to give love a try, Miss Rose?" Rose sighed heavily and leaned back on the sofa. "I guess I'm just too beautiful. They all probably think I'm too good for them," she said dramatically, shoving a handful of potato chips into her mouth.

My beautiful, unique rose. - - - - - -

The two of them pulled each other's hair. "You don't know, I'm prettier than you." Cheryl said excitedly. Rose smiled disparagingly at Cheryl, like an antagonist who can talk to herself. "I'm also beautiful! In fact, I'm pretty everywhere." "I'm pretty seven generations." "Beautiful girl, but flat chest, usually does not sell well in the eyes of men." Rose whisper. Yes, Rose has a body that is almost perfect for men's dreams. Cheryl glanced at her flat breasts. Average.

Rey replied in a husky voice, he grabbed the bottle of wine and poured it into the glass but before he could grab it, the lady already picked it up and took a sip of it. "This tastes so expensive." She muttered. Rey finally turned to look at her and she winked at him. She was a blonde, busty young lady of average height. From her very revealing clothes, Rey already knew she was one of the strippers. "Did Charlie send this one to me?" He wondered. "I am Rose. The prettiest of all flowers." She said. She was pretty, but nothing compared to Amelia. Rey shut his eyes trying to get the thought of Amelia out of his head and also fighting back the urge to push Rose away from him.

Instead, what caught my attention when I was finally able to gain control of my body was a single long-stemmed rose placed on top of the small glass coffee table near the window. I recognized the variety, the voluminous petals, that ombré beautifully from soft peach to warm apricot. A Juliet rose. Setting down my phone, I gingerly climbed off the bed. Earlier the nurses removed all the tubes connected to my body so I can now move freely without the fear of getting tangled with my IVs. The tiled floor was cold against my bare feet, but they did only little to affect me as I padded my way toward the table. The rose was still fresh and had the slightest scent of tea and a peachy fragrance. A sm

I was about to reply but before I could reply the landline on the desk rang loudly cutting my words off. Rose gave me an apologetic smile; I reciprocate with my own assuring her it was alright. Her smile widens before answer the call. I can't help but notice her appearance. Her perfect upturned nose. Her chocolate brown iris. Her red locks pulled into a neat high ponytail. She had a white twisted front shirt with ankle grazer pants on her tall and slender body showing every curve she had to off. In general, she screamed perfection. "Hey," Rose's voice broke me out of my mini daydream.