Pulang Rosas Novels & Stories

"Nоt hеrе, Rоѕе mу lоvе, іt wоuld be wrоng. Thіѕ рlасе seems ѕо рrіѕtіnе аnd рrіmаl. At night, іf уоu close your еуеѕ and соnсеntrаtе, уоu will sense a pure, роѕіtіvе аnd wild energy. A fоrсе іf уоu will, еmаnаtіng frоm thе grоund and соntаіnеd within the сіrсlе. Bеѕіdеѕ, we don't want tо оffеnd your ѕрrіtеѕ and ріxіеѕ." "Or your rabbit." Rоѕе оffеrеd kіѕѕіng my mouth аnd ѕmіlіng. "Dоn't believe me then, уоu іmреrtіnеnt v ixen. I wаnt you naked, ѕtrір." Aftеr Rоѕе ѕtrірреd, I рut hеr rеd ѕіlk ѕсаrf bасk оn her аgаіn as a blіndfоld.

Rosa turned from the stove and froze. “Madre de Dios,” she murmured, eyes widening. “You look terrible, child.” Before I could speak, she crossed the room and pressed her cool palm to my forehead. “You are burning up.” “I’m fine, Rosa,” I said quickly. “You are not fine. You are sweating and cold at the same time.” She touched my cheek gently. “Sit down.” I obeyed and sank into the chair. She moved around the kitchen with calm efficiency, filling the kettle and adding dried hibiscus petals to a small pot. Deep red color soon bloomed in the steaming water.

A joke to myself. “All done.” I smiled at her, and handed her a cloth to wrap around her till Theodore was back. Go to Jamira’s room, and wait. Theodore will be back soon with clothes.” She nodded okay, and walked to the room. I notice she doesn’t really fight back much. I would have to give her some time to know she can say no, and ask for stuff. That she doesn’t have to do something she doesn’t want to. I went down the stairs and brought Rosalita up next. I was not going to be surprised this time. Unlike her sister, she got undressed easily, and got in the tub with no encouragement. She was definitely brave. She did not even hide her body. She looked no better than her sister. If anything…

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."

Andrew had already told me that only werewolves lived in the White Hills Pack. "Yes, Luis Oscar. He had an accident last night," I told her, and she smiled politely. "I saw it on the news," she said. She showed me some red roses and added, "These are red roses. They symbolize love, passion, and admiration, making them perfect for romantic partners or to show deep respect." "Mmm." I picked up a bouquet of the red roses and sniffed it deeply. "Wouldn't Luis misunderstand me? These should be given to a lover. He's going to be my stepbrother once my mother marries his father," I said, setting the flowers down gently.

The woman they called Rose led us through the massive pack house, her lavender-colored hair catching the light every time she turned to acknowledge one of the wolves who waved or greeted her. She responded to each one with a warm smile, her presence exuding effortless kindness. I couldn't stop staring at her hair—it was unlike anything I had ever seen before, like strands of spun lilac, soft and otherworldly. Pearl nudged me, breaking my trance, and I realized Rose was speaking to me.

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

So when she had asked me to go out and enjoy a normal life, she truly meant it innocently, without any hidden agenda, right? "They're indeed rare," I said, standing up. "I bought them from Noeland, a land of endless sand and raging storms." "Noeland? Then they must be very expensive. What should I do? I couldn't stop myself from—" She paused, choking on the realization that she might have done something truly harmful. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and her eyes shimmered with worry. I sighed and gently took one of the roses from her. "They're called Pheromone Roses in many places."

, she was ready for bed. But as she walked towards her door, she could not help but blink at the small basket of apricot-coloured roses as well as the man holding them. She recognized the flowers of course- Juliet Roses. They were one of the rarest exquisite roses that the world had known. Looking up, she stared into the stormy eyes of the man who brought them and gave a tired smile," Are these pretty things for me, Adi?" Leaning down, he kissed her cheek and spoke," Well, I don't see anyone else here who might enjoy these Juliet roses. Wish you a happy and blessed new year ahead, Fifi."

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish