My Pretty Rose Novels & Stories

Popsie Reed says in nostalgia. "Remember that rare blue rose you bought from one of the markets there? I loved that one. It stays blooming longer than the average rose here. I wish I could see one again." Marmee Rose recalls wishful thinking. “Yes my darling Rose. It looks so lovely but not as pretty as you.” Popsie Reed replies lovingly to Marmee Rose.

Her words resonate with a sense of self-assuredness and independence, a reminder of her strength and resilience in the face of challenges. Rose's declaration that she is not bothered by any man who is not worth her energy strikes a chord within me; her unwavering standards and self-respect are a source of inspiration. She is a fashion diva, a trendsetter in the market, with her impeccable style and confidence setting her apart from the crowd. Dressed in a tight mini dress, her hair cascading in bouncy curls, she exudes an air of elegance and sophistication that is uniquely her own.

I can be his company, as long as he wants me there. “Hey,” Rose taps my hand, and holds her drink up to my face, “Try this cocktail. It’s insane.” I grin at her and take a sip directly from her straw, “Oh wow, the peaches are really coming out. Lovely,” She laughs, and she’s pretty. Her long hair flows down her shoulders and back like a silky curtain, and her eyes are sparkling now. I do not doubt that she deserves to find someone who cherishes her and wants to try every single drink in the world with her. Not me, though.

|| Author Pov || Rosa bit her lips looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes scanned her body, lining with a cute dress, Is everything Perfect! She felt extremely happy thinking, she wore her most favourite dress. It has a thin strap with red roses printed on it's soft baby pink colour. Yet, the baby pink coloured dress looks extremely perfect and cute on her. It reaches till her knees. Rosa pouted when he again interrupted in her thoughts. All she think's about is Killian Salvatore.

Rashmi said with a wink and that made her more angry " yeah what to do MY HUSBAND is so much handsome that he attracts attention more than he should. He is like the rose in the garden. Everyone can admire him but only one can have him and that is me. So you see I have to stick around with my husband to save him from hungry bitches like you." She wanted to say this on her face but did not as she Is Shayari's best friend she does not want to insult Rashmi and hurt Shayari indirectly.

“What is it?” “It's just that, I know how to handle pack wolves, but 'The Red Rose' adds another unknown element, it makes me a little uneasy.” “The red rose? Why?” “Because she is planning on staying around here for a while.” "But you told her to leave." “Hmm, yes I did but she refused to listen. Also, the way she dropped from the trees, to stop a wolf attacking me from behind, was a shock and tells me, she is better than her reputation implies."

If anyone saw her now, they wouldn’t even recognize that face as mine. She pouted, twisted her lips, and smiled at her reflection like she was admiring a piece of art. Then she reached for my perfume.. fuck! my favorite one and sprayed it over herself again and again, until the room smelled like roses and smoke. “Blaire, whatever your name is,” I shouted in her head. “Stop using my perfume like you own it!” She rolled her eyes, smirking. “Shut up, Rose,” she said flatly. “Before I shut that mouth of yours forever, dumbass.”

“I haven’t even had time to drill you properly about these roses. Tell Aunty Viv. Who is he? I figure he must be rich or own a big flower shop?” She looked at me with a sly smirk. “Does he have a big you know what?” She waggled her eyebrows. Rose wanted to laugh, but the front door opened, and she felt her hackles rise instantly. The jukebox stalled, as heads turned. “Shit,” she turned her back, then said to Viv. “Don’t look now, but his ex-girlfriend just walked in.” Of course, Viv looked straight at her. “The pale blonde who looks like she eats men for breakfast?”

"I suppose I can help you get quicker." Rose stood up, her movements graceful and confident as she reached for the buttons of her blouse, her fingers dancing as she undid them one by one. She let the fabric fall open, revealing her pale, smooth skin and a lacy bra that looked scandalous against her complexion. Her breasts weren't massive, but they were perfectly shaped, perky and inviting, with her pink nipples that were hardened in the cool air. She moved to her trousers, unbuttoning them and letting them slide to the floor. I groaned, my hand never stopping stroking on my cock. She stepped out of the pants, standing in front of me in just her panties.

“Gotta say, there really is a rose here, and it’s quite pretty. How did you come up with it?” ***