Pulang Rosas Novels & Stories

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I didn't respond. "Perfect family, Perfect job. Perfect ways to get away with anything" I look her dead in her eyes and she glanced at me once before looking down and giving me beads and flowers to start the crowns.

Yashvir whispered softly, wiping it away. "I wanna go home," she said in a small voice, sniffing. "I don't feel good, Yashvir." He felt guilt tug at his heart, and he clenched his jaw, thinking of what to say. He continued to caress her forehead, and then her cheek, as he slowly nodded. "Go to sleep, my beautiful Rose. I promise you, things will be different from tomorrow. You will be perfectly fine in just a few days. Just go to sleep."

He sat on the edge of his bed in a daze as he thought about the call he had just received. Rosa Philips! He had long forgotten about her and now she was back, The first person she went for was his sister. Rosa had gone to jail for attempted murder but now she was back from jail. She still had a huge grudge against him. He remembered what had happened with him and Rosa.

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

My words hit Carlo so hard that he staggered backward, unable to mutter another word. That was right. What had he ever done? Scenes from the past played repeatedly in his mind. I didn't give him another look. Instead, I turned to face the guests. "If I may, I would like to take this opportunity to make an announcement tonight. From this moment on, I, Rosa Shaw, officially accept the Perez Family's invitation. I'll be serving as Luca's personal Consigliere. My past may be tied to the Gutierrez Family, but my future belongs to myself and the Perez Family."

Moreover, Elise had given me the copyrights to three major novels—top-ranked and perennial chart-toppers in order to help me vent my frustration. Many people went wild on her social media. [Did Rosie save your life before? Why did you give her so many novels?!] [Elf, if you're being threatened, just change your profile picture!] Elise immediately changed her profile picture to a shot of me on the set, leaving everyone stunned. My fans burst into laughter. [I knew it! How could someone say Rosie was some kind of evil capitalist who forced Elf to give up her novels?!] [Elf probably has about twenty novels! Give them all to Rosie if you could!]

"Paul, please get ready. We will go to Christopher's office when I am done." "No problem ma'am," Paul answered. Rose happily went back into her room and changed into a body-fitting gown. It was a red gown with tiny hearts drawn on it. She paired them with a simple sandals and took her purse and phone before leaving the house. After her car had driven off, somebody who was watching her all this while was very angry. If looks could kill then Rose would have died. Nobody saw the person who was watching Rose hiss with anger and hatred before walking away.

A hefty tip. The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she took it and uttered a low thanks before going back to do her job. "Yes," I murmured, still getting used to being associated with a name I knew almost nothing about except for the power and protection that came with it. "Nikolai," he held out a hand. "It is nice to meet you, Black Rose." I took his hand, not wanting to be rude. His palms were soft, dry, and the warmth of it caught me off guard. He held me longer than necessary before letting go.

They want to dismantle the hierarchy of the entire wolf kind. "Who’s your contact?" I demand, stepping back. "How are you moving across borders unseen? Who’s feeding you intel?" He grins up at me, his teeth stained red. "The Rose." My heart hammers against my ribs. "What did you say?" "The Rose," he whispers, a look of reverence crossing his twisted face. "She blooms in the dark. She carries the scent of the garden and the poison of the grave. She opened the door for us." Wild roses.