My Pretty Rose Novels & Stories

The only thing she actually admired about the display was the object hanging securely on the wall, proudly standing out amongst the pictures aligning the walls with fond memories, the simple center piece of the room that drew it all together. It was the beautiful rose painting that Chris had found stored away in the closet beside the stairs. Lifting up her hand, the brunette gently brushed away the dust that had collected on its oak frame, the specks of gray fluttering past her vision. Alina still didn't have a clue where it had come from, but she had to admit, upon closer inspection, that it definitely had a certain appeal to it. Floating in the middle of a black lake with realistic ripples

Roman smiled. He was so proud of Rose. He had heen in the hall when she was called as the best graduating student and he couldn't be more proud. The wide grin etched on Rose features was so contagious that a similar wide smile also came spreading across his face. She looked beautiful as always in the pink dress and her hair was much longer than the last time he had seen her seven months ago. She also looked even more beautiful and she was. He liked that she was a very brilliant lady and not only did the award prove that but her speech was simply amazing. It was well articulated. It was worth every applause it got.

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

" 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

“Now go and dress up well. In front of your husband you must always look presentable. Your beauty is your biggest asset, Rose. Girls die to look like you. Show Vladimir what beauty he got by marrying you.” Rose' heart flipped in her chest as she blushed heavily. Giddiness and excitement washed over her imagining his reaction to her efforts. “Okay, Mom! I will call you tomorrow!” She ended the call, washed her hands and practically ran to her room to search for the best dress to put on for her husband. Rose' eyes landed on a maroon silk dress. Without thinking she donned it and did her makeup. As she finished getting ready she examined herself in the mirror. She felt a surge of confidence as

After awhile I meander out of the tub and got dressed in jeans and a pink T-shirt, complete with hiking boots. I spent the rest of my time waiting for three to arrive by laying on the bed and thinking about these four different men. Three pm approached quickly and I skipped down the steps to hurry and to wait for Joel. Joel’s POV I roll up to Rose’s house and hop out of the car with the bouquet of roses that I picked up for her. I approached the front door and rang the doorbell. At once the door opened and I was struck by the scent of strawberries and honey coming from my mate. She was a goddess in a pair of tight skinny jeans, a pink fitted shirt and hiking boots. Her hair was in a high pon

“Only good little humans get to cum, Rose.” I wiped my mouth furiously and glared at him as he admired my flushed body. “I don’t want you to make me cum. I don’t want you touching me ever again!” “Careful what you wish for,” he smirked. “Now get dressed. I have the perfect task for you today.” ೋღ🌹ღೋ

‘It is her’ the male student said grinning ear to ear while the female student huffed in annoyance. At this moment the door of the limo opened and ivy stepped off it. She left her ash hair loose and she was still wearing her glasses but still she looked exceptionally pretty. She smiled and instantly most people were swooned. She was clad in white shirt with a bow tie, burgundy knee length skirt, long burgundy socks and white sneakers which everyone attending silver lake academy wore except the boys who wore burgundy pants.

She doesn't talk about her family much and only flirts with guys without getting serious. "I'm afraid you are going to have to be more specific than that; there are a lot of blond guys," she said laughing. Rose is a very beautiful lady; her beauty isn't just about her physical appearance; it's the way she carries herself that makes her stand out. Her hair flows effortlessly, often styled in a way that reflects her vibrant personality, sometimes in loose waves, other times in a chic updo adorned with unique accessories that she seems to find everywhere. Her skin has this radiant glow, and her smile lights up the room, instantly putting everyone at ease.