Reverie Shain Rose Novels & Stories

I heaved a sigh of relief when she was out of sight and immediately continued my journey to the shack. How could I have been so foolish to leave the sweatshirt there? It never occurred to me that it would turn out to be such a great inconvenience to me. Not only would Damon abandon me and my baby once they discover that I attacked Melody, but I would also lose my title as Luna, and I couldn’t let that happen. As I got to the shack, I hid behind a tree, my heart pounding against my chest. My eyes darted around the surroundings, searching for any sign of guards lurking around.

The first to extend an olive branch my way was Shiloh Griffin. She approached me with a champagne glass in hand at the celebratory banquet. She could hardly hide the look of awe and admiration toward me on her beautiful, stunning face. “Congratulations. Good work scoring Surge Technologies.” She went on with a smile, “That look on Michelle’s face is enough for me to savor for the next month.” I flashed her a smile, “Pure luck.” Shiloh chuckled. “That ain’t luck. That’s competence.”

He carried a large bouquet of roses and looked at me with a mix of regret and longing. "I was blind, Rosie. It felt like I was living in a dream before. Now that I've woken up, I realize I can't live without you." The set fell silent as everyone turned to watch. Allen had no shame declaring this in front of so many people. I felt thankful for having eaten lightly that morning; at least I had not thrown up yet. Allen continued his self-absorbed speech, "Can you give me another chance? Let's start over. We were engaged after all—"

he vowed and kissed the back of her hand. She nodded. It felt like nothing was happening to her, even in dream or reality. She doesn't even feel nervous and all the jingles that she is standing between torn and roses. She has two choices, wear the torn or grab the rose. Life is full of surprises. How would she know a day like this will ever come so soon. She shut her eyes and imagined him to be Justin, and held his hand tightly as they walked to the secret garden where the Reverend and the two witnesses were already waiting for them.

The delicate beauty of his mate was nothing like Arizona. Shadowed in the dark of night, Prairie Rose faced the window as she had for most of the drive. No matter how many hours passed, she stayed fixed in one place like a statue. She was beautiful in the traditional sense. High cheekbones, star lights twinkling in the depths of velvet brown eyes, a delicate nose, and full lips. Her hair, somewhere between blonde and white could probably have been called champagne. Expensive champagne. Prairie Rose was as regal as any princess, especially dressed in a velvet dress, the fabric so thin that it looked decades old and in danger of tearing the second she made a single movement.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

Shawn murmured, slowly removing his hands from her face. Valeria fluttered her eyes open, and the moment she saw the breathtaking setup, she was completely surprised and deeply shocked. But along with the shock, a heavy wave of intense tension rushed through her entire body. Her muscles became stiff as Shawn led her to sit down on a beautiful, cushioned bench right in the middle of the rose petals.

Hugh wandered up behind her. “Do you like it?” he asked, making Annie jump. She spun round to face him. “Is this for me?” “Call it an early wedding present.” grinned Hugh. Annie turned to look back at the desk, walking over to it and sliding her hand over its smooth surface. “It’s beautiful, thank you so much, I don’t know what to say.” Annie sighed, she had finally done it, left her life to become a Reiver and she couldn’t imagine being happier than she was right now. Hugh wandered up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist stooping to whisper in her ear.

For a moment I just look at her she is So fragile. My hand lifts almost unconsciously, brushing gently through her hair, smoothing it back from her face. The contrast unsettled me The calm in this moment and the chaos she has just survived. A slow breath leaves me. “I shouldn’t be thinking about you like this,” I murmured under my breath.“You’re just a part of my revenge nothing more.” The words sound firm. But they don’t feel true. My fingers pause in her hair. “And yet…” My jaw tightens slightly. “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

I didn't want to see my own face in the mirror, the face of a man who was supposed to be a professional, a ghost, a soldier for a dead man. I sat on the closed toilet lid, my breath hitching as I pulled up the photo on my phone. It was a photo of Rose. She was wearing that red dress, a deep blood crimson silk that looked like it had been poured over her porcelain skin. Her dark hair was a spill of midnight across her shoulders, and those light brown eyes... they looked straight through the lens, straight into the dark, rotted parts of my soul.