My Pretty Rose Novels & Stories

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

she said softly, turning to me with that gentle smile that always made me feel guilty for the filth running through my head. Rose was beautiful in that pure, untouched way — long brown hair usually pinned back modestly, soft curves hidden under a loose floral dress that reached her knees. Her tits were full and heavy, the kind that would look incredible bouncing hard if she’d just let me fuck her like I needed. But she never did. I walked up behind her, pressing my thickening bulge against her ass as I kissed her neck. “Missed you,” I murmured, letting my hands slide up to cup those soft breasts through her dress. She stiffened slightly, a small gasp escaping her lips.

"Looks like someone has plans tonight." My gaze followed the voice. Rose was leaning against the door frame of my room with a smile on her face. Just like her name, her rosy skin-tone was flawless. The curls of her long brunette hair were a little messy. It looked like she came to me directly without even changing out of her work clothes. "I'm going to a party." I leaned closer to the mirror as I applied a bright red lipstick on my lips. "Party!" she exclaimed. "Can I come?"

Now she understood why Rose gave her all just to be with him. "Harder!!!" Mary commanded in her little moans and Prince rode her so well that she started saying gibberish. She was just looking at the ceiling and caressing her boobs as the fucking kept entertaining her. He didn't give her time to rest but kept hitting her at the right place. At that sweet sex, you'll probably say they'd agree to get married.

Everybody knows who I am and every girl would kill to have me on her bed. But here I am, trying to look as perfect as I can for Rose. This is the first time I am going on an actual date with someone. A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts; my muscles tighten, and I take one last look at myself. Hope she would be okay with my dressing. “Come in,” I say, and the door opens slowly, revealing a breathtaking Rose. She is putting on a sky-blue satin gown with matching shoes. Her hair is packed high in a bun decorated with some hair pieces. My eyes travel around her body before it lands on her perfect oval face.

Opening the piece of paper, I held my breath as I read the inky words written by Prince Adrian. Dear Little Rose, From only one look, I was captivated. Your beauty amazes me each time I see your precious eyes, flawless skin, and supple lips. There is no doubt that you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in all of my twenty one years. As a gift, I give you six red roses to represent love at first sight. I know this may seem a bit much, but I would really love to get to know you more. You're not like other girls. You'll never be like other girls.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

They were admiring her dress. The praise Kelly received from the people around her boosted her vanity and ego. Suddenly, a voice rang out. "You're here, Kelly!" It was none other than Rose who had called out. Rose was standing in front of a wall of roses. Since she was wearing a red dress as well, she looked like a rose fairy. Every woman who saw her was amazed. The rich ladies noticed the red dress Rose was wearing. "Is … Is that the Crimson Temptress by K&K?"

Her entire attention had been on his face, but now that the bouquet felt solid in her arms, she lowered her gaze to look at the flowers properly— And her expression instantly changed. The soft blush-pink roses were gorgeous, their petals fading from the center outward in the most exquisite gradient. But the problem wasn’t the roses themselves—It was their name. Juliet roses.

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.