My Pretty Rose Novels & Stories

"Then the woman next to you who isn't very pretty is Rose." Rose stopped and adjusted her eyeglasses before giving Romeo a smirk. "Oh my goodness! Stop it, Romeo. Are you even pretty?" "Compared to you, yes," Romeo replied back. "Tsk!" Rose stood up and smiled at me. She was looking up at me because I was taller than her even though she was wearing high heels. "Welcome to the purgatory!" She held out her hand for handshake. I was taken aback. "Purgatory?" Her mouth fell open. "You haven't met Mr. Zachary Levi Esqueza yet?" She crossed her arms and sat on her desk.

“Yet you seem to run pretty fast whenever you see me. You mean to tell me I’m not attractive, yes?” Rose replied, ashamed, “Of course not. You’re an attractive man. More attractive than any other man.”

“Come on, man. Rosa’s looking hot tonight. She keeps smiling at you, and you’ve only got eyes for your beer.” Rome looked over at Rosa. She was hot. Long, red hair, and legs that never ended. She was definitely someone he’d be interested in getting to know better--if it weren’t for that phone call earlier. All he could think about was Ella. He’d even looked around the club, wondering if any of these girls could be her. But none of them looked like the picture he had of her in his mind. Dark hair, wide eyes, a beautiful smile…. No, he had a feeling his Ella wasn’t here tonight. “You should at least get up and dance,” Bart said, nudging him with his shoulder. “I need a wingman.”

The hall quietened, the silence hanging like a thick veil - almost as if everyone had suddenly held their breaths on wisp. The red - haired male stepped forward, reaching out for the bouquet of roses. His eyes filled with silent contemplation as he stared at the blooming,fresh roses and then at Dylan's expecting eyes. Without another thought he tossed the roses to the ground, trampling on them with his shoes tilled their petals scattered around in the dust. Gasps rippled through the halls, a clear expression of shock from the watching bystanders. "Dylan, how many times must i have to turn you away and how many times must you embarrass yourself in public like this?. You know.....", Simone pau

The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly. His gaze was full of her. He smiled and pointed to the flowerpot she had just placed nearby. Half teasing, he said, “Then Cecilia is a red rose. Delicate and thorny. Only I can afford to take care of you.” Cecilia turned and looked at the roses Lucas had placed in the room that morning. And tears streamed silently down her face.

I just wasn’t the nicest good guy around… “Rose,” she replied with trembling lips. Name fit her! She was beautiful. Like a rose. But like all roses, they all have thorns! And I had a feeling that if I got close to this one, I was going to bleed! I just didn’t know how right I was at the time…

I never got the chance. So, since I didn’t say no, I’m now standing in front of the mirror, trying to dress like someone who belongs in their world. I go for something bright and cute — an oversized pink romper over a black tee. Honestly, I picked the color combo because it reminded me of Blackpink. Don’t judge me.

Rose is here to relax and think about the way so she can execute her plan not to enjoy or party like other people, nor to dissolve any sorrow in the drink like many sitting alone and got heavily drunk looking broken from the face. Rose’s attitude was like an insult to him but he endures this for the hot chick in front of him, he wants her today by hook or by crook, he decided, first, let’s start with gentleness but if it will not go well, then he has to show his true color. “Hey, beautiful, don’t be so rude, you are so gorgeous that’s why I approach you, otherwise, there are many other girls in this club who are ready to be my companion.”

Instead, her hands stayed on her face, caressing and nibbing. ‘How did she get to this? She remembered insulting the man in white at the burial ceremony of her best friend. His beauty hypnotized her at first. His prominent cheekbones and chiseled jaw had trapped her eyes in them. His silver glistening eyes devoured her own eyes, making it hard to look away.’

In between all these, she had grown slightly closer to a second person who was not her Agatha. With some delaying steps, Rose entered her bedroom and observed an alluring wine coloured full-length dress kept on her bed. Must be Agatha she thought. Rose never appreciates Agatha's unnecessary spending on her. These things make it more difficult for her to live here as a liability. Also, none of Agatha's efforts to succeed in this purpose would work, Rose knew. But people around her have always been so demanding of her that she does not want to disappoint her undemanding saviour. She touched the smooth fabric gently. That dress was indeed very beautiful.