My Pretty Rose Novels & Stories

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?

Rose stood up and walked to her wardrobe to choose the best dress for the day. ~ 10 minutes later ~ Rose came out of her room, she exuded elegance and style, with her carefully chosen attire that reflects her confident and fashion-forward personality. Her dress features a stunning combination of colors and materials, perfectly complementing her overall look. The top of her dress has a soft shade of pink, exuding femininity and grace. It was crafted from a luxurious and delicate fabric, adorned with intricate details such as lace or embroidery. The top has a flattering neckline, accentuating her collarbones and adding a touch of sophistication to her appearance.

Rose utter by then I turn around then run towards the gate and out of nowhere. I hear them shouting my name but I am too emotional right now to turn or to stop. I see that I am now on the grapes plantation, I fall on the ground when my heels hit a rock. I slowly got up and then I turn just to see Rose running towards me holding her dress up. Without her nerdy glasses, her short brownish hair that is longer straight brunet now, her face with heavy make-up but just enough to show her beauty, seeing her now she isn’t that chubby instead she is smoking hot on her green tube dress. So everything about her as Rose is an entire lie. SO... that is why she keeps on wearing loose clothes and such.

Or was it not a sweven? She could still imagine that very moment in their P.E.class when her whole body gradually hardened and somehow she herself was turning to a…to a rose. Not just a rose, a blood rose. Or was it just an ordinary rose? She’d never seen an actual blood rose before anyway and Rozelyn bet that it was far more different than any other roses. It possesses such extraordinary abilities and so it shall also possess an extraordinary appearance. She licked the blood from her finger, making her tongue taste the blood that it had been craving.

Get a grip. She looked offended. “Yours. Duh!” Rose said. “Why else do you think I would voluntarily come to the floor of doom?” “Stop being dramatic,” I rolled my eyes. “It’s not that bad up here. From who?” “How am I supposed to know?” she shot back, mirroring my eye roll. “There’s a card.” I set the bouquet on my desk. It smelled expensive. Fresh. Like someone had put thought into it. “Well,” Rose said, already backing away, “I better get going before Hades storms in here. And I will be waiting at lunch with my popcorn ready.”

No matter what he did for her. “It's only because he's guilty. None of it means anything.” She mumbled to herself. The make-up artist Natalie had brought over did her job and smiled proudly, “I rarely praise myself for a job I've done, but girl you look beautiful!” “She definitely does!” Natalie added as she applied her own lipstick. “I love this! Thank you, Melody.” Rose smiled. Rose wore a white Bob tube top and black pants. She had a special necklace on - it was made of small, shiny stones that went around her neck in a circle, with a big, sparkly flower in the middle.

The air was thick with anticipation as the couple stepped inside. Rose seemed unexpectedly cheerful, radiating a vibrant energy that matched her attire. She wore a stunning red dress that flowed gracefully with every step she took. The dress accentuated her natural beauty, highlighting her curves and giving her an air of confidence. Her lips were adorned with a luscious shade of brown nude, making them even more enticing. She completed her look with a pair of low flat-heeled shoes that provided both comfort and style.

It’s like… he’s at the presidential level, and I’m just the barangay SK chairperson. “Oh, by the way, ” Romeo gestured proudly like a game show host. “This is your desk.” I smiled as I looked at the neat little workspace. It almost looked like a prize I’d won. “And this girl beside you, who isn’t that pretty, this is Rose.” “Excuse me?” Rose stood up, adjusting her glasses with a glare in Romeo’s direction. “First of all, are you even pretty?” “Compared to you? Yes.” Romeo stuck out his tongue proudly.

It smelled sweeter, but she could not figure out the other part of this rose fragrance. “Lovely isn’t it?” Vastria turned around to where the voice came from. The voice was warm and not startling. Lily Rosenburg stood before her with a few cut roses in her arms, clearly de-thorned. “I have never seen anything like this rose.” Vastria responded turning back to the rose.

If he loved me, why'd he trash me in front of Charlotte? I couldn't stomach more of his fake, nauseating love. "You've got it all wrong. I'm not a rose. I was born to belong to this land. Someday, I'll fill this barren place with roses myself."