Robotic Rose 소설 & 이야기

Understanding her plight, Samuel nodded empathetically, acknowledging her need for relief. With a gentle touch, he took hold of the wheelchair's handles, ready to guide Rose towards the grand entrance of the sprawling mansion. Bracing herself against the relentless sun, Rose closed her eyes briefly, steeling her resolve. Together, they began their measured progress, Samuel's expertly calibrated movements ensuring a smooth journey. Navigating through the immaculately manicured grounds, Samuel maneuvered the wheelchair with finesse and precision, gently pushing Rose along the winding pathway. Each turn of the wheels brought them closer to the welcoming sanctuary of the mansion, shielding them

"It’s alright. You can feel however you want." Before I can respond, Rose reappears, wiping her hands dry. "You can sit, lie down, stand—whatever makes you comfortable," she offers. I shift slightly, adjusting my posture. "I’ll stay like this." Rose rolls up her sleeves, her movements efficient and practiced. "Perfect. Nothing invasive—I just need a feel."

“Uhm… oh, I meant I have things to do, so I don’t have a particular day.” Just then, I immediately walked out the door, heading down through the elevator, It was almost 12 AM, and Rose would take over her body soon, I had only a limited time to enjoy myself. FUCK!! I took a cab and went back home, sneaking inside quietly, I didn’t want that bitch’s parents asking useless questions but fortunately or unfortunately the motherfucking asshole of their daughter Rose couldn’t wait, taking over her body before I could even drop my bag. And yeah… Rose is finally in charge now. Watch her do her thing.

I knew what he was feeling right now, and I think this was the only way left we can use to bring the humanity in him back. Turning around, I looked at Rosaline and nodded at her slightly to continue what she was doing. "Is this what you want, Robby?" Rosaline repeated her question before making another cut on her arm. Her legs swayed as she stepped forward, and she had to take the support of a wall to keep standing. I wanted to help her, but I knew, the more pitiful she would look, the more will be the chances of Robert reacting because one thing was clear from what I remembered, and that was, Robert loved Rosaline.

Instead, what caught my attention when I was finally able to gain control of my body was a single long-stemmed rose placed on top of the small glass coffee table near the window. I recognized the variety, the voluminous petals, that ombré beautifully from soft peach to warm apricot. A Juliet rose. Setting down my phone, I gingerly climbed off the bed. Earlier the nurses removed all the tubes connected to my body so I can now move freely without the fear of getting tangled with my IVs. The tiled floor was cold against my bare feet, but they did only little to affect me as I padded my way toward the table. The rose was still fresh and had the slightest scent of tea and a peachy fragrance. A sm

“You okay, bro?” “Never better. Take a closer look at this rose. What do you see?” I asked him, waving the half-dead burnt flower in his face. “Just a burnt flower and an odd cousin. Are you sure you are, ok? You don’t seem so” He was being overly concerned. I walked around the table and ended up standing right in front of him. “Take a second look!” I insisted in an even more persuasive tone. “Okay, I’ll help you a little. This burnt flower, as you call it, is my next victim,” I explained as I lasciviously stroked the burnt velvet petals.

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. __________________

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