Name Of The Rose Novel Novels & Stories

She couldn't even bring herself to break the annoying alarm clock as this one was a customized one. The particular clock had a voice which always started with a sweet voice,"wakie wakie baby.... Rise and shine my queen..." But that was not the only reason, the reason we're never the words...nope... not at all... The reason was the voice... It belonged to Rudra... She still finds it a mystery to solve that how her friend caught a hold of Rudra's voice that too such sweet one... Groaning, she picked up her alarm clock on her nightstand, Sakshi looked at the time and said,

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.

I'd been in a secret relationship with Nathan for six years. He said we couldn't go public because of his career. So we always split the bill, and anniversary gifts never cost more than fifteen dollars. The night before our anniversary, I asked him for the sixth time when he'd come home with me to meet my family. He turned me down again. "Ivy, I just think things are moving a little fast. Marriage is a lifetime commitment, after all." So I went home alone, carrying the expensive cheese and wine he'd bought for my mom. I pushed open the door and found the living room trashed. My stepsister Chloe stood there with a smug grin on her face. "Mrs. Mercer, you owe my family a million dollars. You'v

"Isabella? How did you get past the—" "Isabella is currently sleeping," Rose said, stepping past her into the lavish room and closing the door behind her. The brilliant green light in my eyes flared in the dim lamplight. "My name is Rose. And I believe we have a mutual problem named Rohan." Victoria’s expression shifted from shock to a cold, calculating curiosity.

I stopped myself from going too far and quickly stuttered, “Can we just… get the certificates already?” He flashed me a casual smile, and I turned crimson all over again. I looked away before he could notice, my heart hammering in my chest. I began to wonder if I was the only one who still remembered that night. He didn’t mention It. His eyes were unreadable—calm, cold, and utterly impossible to read. I stepped forward, signed my name on the small red certificate, and swore my vows. Just like that, I became a married woman. Mrs. Rodriguez.

Luca smiled gently, but his grip was firm. Carlo's expression darkened. "Luca Perez? This is between me and her, so stay out of it!" "Oh?" Luca raised an eyebrow. "Rosa is working for me now. Her business is my business." The atmosphere was almost burning as the two mafia heirs confronted each other in the middle of the library. Carlo glared at me, then at Luca standing protectively by my side. Jealousy and anger were practically eating him from the inside. "You found someone new so fast, Rosa? Not bad. What? Does he have something I can't give you?"

Drystan called out the meaning of her name, and the weight of silence was lifted, slowly washing off. Rosealba's cheeks stretched into a big bright smile. Melting through the shadow of his darkness. It was not permitted for a smile to be this beautiful. “How did you know about that?” It was a question he expected her to ask or he would have concluded that she was dumb. But hell! He would never tell her that he googled her name right after he got it from her. She was just as bright as her name. Rosealba, white rose. “You read?” He inquired after some seconds and that automatically changed the topic.

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ Rose didn't even look up from the book. "It's called 'In a Monster’s Bed.'"

I can't afford anymore favours from them. I know Bade abbu will be angry but I will manage him. Shaking my head at my thoughts I sat down on my usual seat but saw something that caught my attention. A rose, a letter and a chocolate. Rose and chocolate is not anything new for me but it's the first time I got a letter. I won't read this letter now because I don't want it to affect my exam. I will read it after my exams. The exam hall is almost empty with very few students. I don't understand how come I get this every time I'm alone and not with any of my friends.

She was backed by proud oak and hawthorn trees, which arched above her family’s small cabin, casting it into shadow. The cabin itself was bordered by a small, well-kept flower patch, dotted with bright yellows and whites, and softer hues of purple and blue. Ivy climbed up the wooden walls, and the windows were framed with heavy baskets of flowers, too. Rose had been named for her mother’s favourite flower, of which there were many to the front of the small house. Her name had been the match that lit their friendship – such similar, floral names they shared – though they had little in common other than that. Lily pulled her sleeve down over her muddy hand and wiped her face with it. Rose wrin