Robotic Rose Novels & Stories

Was I seeing things? I jolted back to reality when the assistant tapped my shoulder and motioned for me to move closer. That was when I realized—I was already standing two steps away from him. He, on the other hand, was standing too close for comfort. I sneered inwardly, pretending not to notice the way my pulse quickened. My chest fluttered, and my words nearly slurred as I looked up to meet his gaze. Oh boy… he was even more breathtaking up close. I got lost in the way his long lashes furrowed whenever he looked at me, the subtle flutter of his eyelids when he blinked. Gosh, he was dangerously attractive.

Frowning, he went to pull the door shut and it hit something, a thud sounding towards the bottom of the door. Chris lowered his gaze to the floor, and blinked in surprise, stuck between the door and the wall, was a little red rose in a tiny but elegant glass shaped like a crescent moon, the inside hardened with…resin? He picked it up, and saw the tiny thorns surrounding the rose inside. Blinking, he curled his fingers around the item and jogged lightly down the stairs, two at a time. __________________

Later that night, Rose gritted her teeth in anger pacing around her room, how can Taylor be lucky all the time. "She was meant to fall with the bench but the handsome god just had to save her", she thought annoyed. Rose was the one who told the controller to make the ride fast, seeing how uneasy Taylor was, and had also told a worker to create a huge dent on one of the legs of the bench. So when Taylor sat on it she'll fall, and hurt herself badly.

She still felt somewhat worried. In the Turner family garden, vast stretches of red roses were in full bloom. Due to special cultivation techniques, these roses grew like they were on trees. There was a small path between each tree, and as people walked through, the faint fragrance of the flowers would stick to them, leaving them in a relaxed and peaceful mood.

“Oh, I’ll tell you what I’m doing to you. First, I’m going to start by removing every stitch of clothing from your body, then I’m going to explore every inch of your luscious body. After that, I’ll play with all my favourite parts of your body until you beg me to take you. Then we’ll christen this bench in hopes we’ll be back many times in the future for a repeat performance. Look to your left.” Rose turned her head. “I misspoke. You can see how beautiful you are.” There was a mirror on the wall, and she could just see herself in it. Stretched out like an offering. “Keep watching as I take away the barriers of clothing.” He started with his own clothes and stood there like some fertility god

I give them to her. "I love roses but the fact you brought the red ones scores you another point in my book." she smells them. "Good to know that." I grin. "But you know you needn't have brought them anyway." she stares. "I wanted to." I reply. I was passing this flower shop when I saw these good looking roses. My mind immediately went to Della and I knew I had to get her a bouquet. "Okay. A minute, I need to put these in a vase." I wait for her from outside before she returns all set. We get inside the car and I fire the engine to the busy street.

However, before the food was served, the waiter brought over a bouquet of red roses. "This is for Ms. Stafford, sent by one Mr. Pennington in congratulations for the successful art exhibition." Heather did not take the flowers. She told the waiter to send them back. "Tell Mr. Pennington that I don't like red roses." Red roses were Anne's favorite, not hers. She only liked pink ones.

Coby chuckled. "Well, You really eat so less" She smiled Don't smile at any other men like that Rose We walked out the sudden loud noise of a dog barking sends Rose to grab my arm and lean on me scared. I looked at her as she let go immediately embarrassed. But I wanted her to stay near me for just a little longer. Unable to hold myself back I put my arm on the back of her tiny waist and we walked to the car. Coby wanting to go have drinks with a friend and left us alone.

To my surprise, she pulls me up by the waist while my other hand stays still around her neck. We continue to walk until we finally see the road; flickering lights, showing that there are cars down the other side of the road—leading us out. Rose continues to help me by the waist but truth be told, I'm actually supporting my own weight, not wanting to burden her. Just, let her think that she's doing it.

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’