Pulang Rosas Novels & Stories

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

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.

“Is this yours?" The immediate answer came out her mouth when she saw it, "No, why—" She froze, and Chris looked at her, the concern brewing in his eyes. But she couldn’t help but to stare at the gift, knowing exactly what it was. A Resin Rose, wrapped with thorns of grief; exactly like the picture. The moon so delicate, handmade and one of a kind. "Claec…" Her hand cupped the gift, pulling it away from him. Chris stared at her in confusion, his hands feeling empty, "who's that?"

and left the kitchen. My hands were itching to spill her young innocent blood. I wouldn't be giving her an easy death; It'll be slow and painful as payment for the time and resources we've spent looking for her and when father comes back from his trip, I'll give him her corpse as a welcome home present I concluded with a chuckle. ROSELLE'S POV.

"Thank you for sparing her life once again" •°•°•Next Morning•°•°• Rosana stirred on the bed and groaned when she felt the pain between her legs. It was a blissful reminder of what had happened the previous night. His return, the red rose and note he left on the bed, the surprise studio he had set up for her, the very hot s*t, and how he made her come over every piece in the room.

The scent of fresh herbs and flowers filled the air, a stark contrast to the life of chaos they had both known. Without a word, Amethyst turned to Dylan and kissed him. She couldn't hold it back anymore. She's been waiting for Dylan to see her for a long time; she's wanted to kiss Dylan for a long time, and now that he's in front of her and now that she knows that Dylan loves her, Amethyst won't miss it anymore. The kiss was a gentle, tender kiss, filled with the emotions of their long separation. Dylan, being hungry for Amethyst's lips, kissed her back, his hands finding her waist and pulling her closer. As he pulled her closer, it seemed that Dylan had no intention of letting go. They paus

" There were plenty of flower shops along the way, but none of them satisfied Willow. Eventually, she picked a store that looked clean and pretty and had beautifully wrapped flowers. Willow stepped inside. The shop owner greeted her with a smile. "What kind of flowers do you want to buy, kid?" "Roses!" Willow declared boldly. She heard that roses symbolized love. If she gave roses to her parents, they would surely understand just how much she loved them. The shop owner led her to the roses. "You can choose the roses, kid." "Thank you." Willow watched carefully from the side. There were different colors of roses—white ones, red ones, and even roses that gradually transitioned from white to bl

“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.

“Sorry I’m a little late.” “You finished right on time. I’ll send word to Alpha Malachi that the preparations are complete.” Ezra gave her a smile and a pat on her head before heading off. Rosa gave me a smile and a sigh of relief and then came to join me at the garland counter. “These look lovely!” She picked up a garland made of white and pink roses and carnations. “Did you make them?”

Albert Crousse and La France fluttered in the silent wind , Chelsea loved these two especially La France with its exquisite charming look , that pink splattered with crimson was simply beautiful and their mild fragrance was enchanting . But that was not the complete truth , she indeed loved Peonies because they weren't intoxicating like roses but she loved them because these flowers were the ones Rogue had given her on the day of their engagement . Peonies signified happy marriage and when Rogue gifted her these flowers , she was over the moon . She believed Rogue gave her these peonies because just like her , he wanted a happy marriage with her but -