My Pretty Rose Novels & Stories

I promised silently looking towards the closed door. Scarlett is like a rose who attracts everyone's s attention and very delicate and beautiful. Rose suits her more than Scarlett and she is my Rose and I am going to protect her from the thorns surrounding her.

I didn’t know what customer would want to walk away after being treated with this particular kind of charm. I managed to smile at her. “Yes, it is.” “Oh, goodie. I’m Rose. Tristan asked us to help you get ready. You’ll need our help putting on the clothes, and he’s asked for something to be done about you, too, makeup-wise.” I pressed my lips into a line, frowning. I’d never once had any need for makeup. Was there something I was lacking that Tristan wanted to correct? “Oh, no we’re not going to do anything weird to you,” Rose said hastily. “Mr. Richmond just wants you looking super banging fine and fuckable.”

However, before the food was served, the waiter brought over a bouquet of red roses. "This is for Ms. Stafford, sent by one Mr. Pennington in congratulations for the successful art exhibition." Heather did not take the flowers. She told the waiter to send them back. "Tell Mr. Pennington that I don't like red roses." Red roses were Anne's favorite, not hers. She only liked pink ones.

"You are looking tasty baby...." Olivia said seductively and rose chuckled. "Shut up Olivia..." She whined making them laugh. **** "Come on angel it's time..." Vincent said and looked at her. As soon as he saw rose his heart swelled up with happiness. "You are looking so beautiful..." He said in awe. Rose was wearing a long mermaid gown which was enhancing the beauty of her curvy body. It was the wedding day today. "Thank you dad..." She said smiling.

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

He stopped. "We'll just wait for her till she gets out and drop her home for now." He nodded. "Kaden, I need to talk to you. About certain someone I once worked for. I need your help in it" I look at him and nod. "We have to take care of this situation first" I said walking inside. "Who are we dealing with?" I asked, my eyes staring at Rose as she danced over the floor. My hands clenching in fist everytime she took something off her body. She never went nude. But her in a bikini was enough to send me off.

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...

Rose looked up, looking back at the mirror hanging above the sink. "You must be crazy, Rose Pennington!" She cleaned her face with a tissue, then changed out of her tomboyish-looking clothes into a long red dress. It was the only dress Rose had and it was Charlotte's gift. Or you could say that the dress was forced on Rose by Charlotte when Charlotte was going to sell herself. She then polished her face with thick makeup. The lipstick she used was even Serra's, where the color was very striking and bold. Rose then let her hair down and let it fall over her shapely breasts. She lifted her face in the mirror, then made a confident expression there, before finally pulling a bag from Serra's war

I whispered into Ash's ears. "No, I rather have time for my lunch than for that fool, he is no match for my time. Come on, don't you wanna meet my friends? " He held my hand tight, as we strode down the long stairs. not so far, I could hear the Jane's voice. " Don't worry Romeo I will show you, Rose is very pretty today. You haven't seen her clothes did you? It's the finest designer. I made it my selffffff..... what the fuck! "