Robotic Rose Novels & Stories

Never before this shit, no matter how strong, managed to penetrate me, then the fuck was wrong with me today? Casting the liquor into the sink, I exited the washroom and put on my grey robe and trousers. The second I step foot into my bedroom, my eyes landed on the robot toy on the chest of drawers, the cape fluttering behind from the slight breeze coming through the open window. Before I knew I was striding towards her room. Once inside, a hit of fresh cut roses drifted to my nostrils. Her scent. I inhaled a lungful, feeling it travel deep down rousing a silent Theron.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

Rosette: You are a doctor, aren't you? Alexander: Well yeah, but that's for those on my payroll, my patients, and anyone one else who cares for the formality. And you're neither. Rosette: Interesting. Well if I'm neither, then which category do I fall into? Three dots appeared to show he was typing before they disappeared again, and I grew slightly nervous about what he'd say, especially when he was taking his time in answering. Finally though, his reply came. Alexander: You're a beautiful flower that I'm starting to really like.

Jayden asked Chelsea again, "You haven't said yet, where did you get this robot?" "Russell sent it over, asked me to help test its functionality." Jayden paused. During his absence in Lorwick, did that scoundrel Russell actually make himself at home already? He said calmly, "The Blossom is also studying intelligent robots?" Chelsea said, "He has always been doing research, but it was still in the testing phase and not yet in mass production. Russell said that this robot butler has added alarm and protection functions, which is very suitable for someone who lives alone, so he put it here for me to test it."

She loves to collect vintage artefacts and she loves to read stories about the universe, multiverse and everything beyond. Suddenly a robotic female voice said "Rosa dinner is ready, mom and dad are waiting for you downstairs." Rosa "I'll be there in a minute" and with that she closed the book she was reading. In 3019 each house had a robotic security plus connecting software. It helped with daily household chores and minimised the chances of theft and accidents by 70%. It needed to be upgraded once in every two months to keep it in pace with the latest technology. Rosa got up with her dog Neptune and got into the Room Hopper. People in the 2019 will think it is an elevator but actually it l

His fingers came up to her belly and slowly loosened the thin ropes of her night robe. Rose let go of the bouquet and sent it straight to the floor before she wrapped his neck with both her arms. She felt him untying her robe and found him wanting to get her out of it without breaking their kiss. The way his hands roamed on her body felt so right. She wanted him to touch her everywhere. In all the right places. To do what he pleased with her.

That made you want to look away without being able to explain why. Serena crouched in front of it. She took out a device Evelyn hadn't seen before. Smaller than the EMF reader. She held it close to the rose without touching it. Watched the reading on its small screen for a long moment. Then she sat back on her heels. "Well," she said quietly. "Well what?" Liam said. Serena stood. Turned to face them. "It's a marker," she said. "The rose. It's not just responding to residual energy in the house. It's responding to something specific. Something that is actively growing."

The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection. Kaia, surprised and touched by Beau's whimsical move, accepted the rose with a radiant smile. The exchange added a unique and personal touch to their union, creating a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of all who witnessed it. The red rose, now a part of their shared narrative, became a poignant symbol of the spontaneity and romance woven into the fabric of their love story.

The glass assassin—now wearing Echo’s face—smiled from the screen. "You’re beginning to understand," she whispered. "The roses aren’t weapons. They’re seeds." The feed cut to a live satellite image—twenty-seven locations across the globe, each marked by a blooming black rose. New York. Moscow. Beijing. Rykov’s old facilities. Lina’s voice crackled through their earpieces: "Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me—" The glass assassin finished her sentence: "Welcome to the garden, little stars." The roses did three things: