Robotic Rose Novels & Stories

Finally going to take everything from Camille, just as Camille had taken everything from her. The first location was the electrical room. Rose slipped inside, finding it mercifully empty. She moved quickly to the main circuit breaker panel, using the magnetic back of the first device to attach it to the metal surface. The tiny screen lit up as she set the timer: 60:00. 59:59. 59:58... The countdown had begun. ***

Blushing, I resist the temptation to wake him up with kisses and gently sneak out of bed. Just because I can’t sleep doesn’t mean I should disturb his rest. As quietly as I can, I grab a robe, make a cup of tea, and head outside to the balcony. My rose bush which had started so small has begun stretching out to the nearby balconies, creating a beautiful web of crawling roses along the large glass windows on this side of the building. I wonder what the rest of the pack thinks of them. "Hello, Rosa," I greet her. A rose blooms next to the glass door and I smile as my plant friend recognizes me. She was the first plant to respond to my emotions, and the only plant to respond to love.

"Tell Bruce to take action." Janus bowed respectfully. He then turned and walked a dozen feet to the side, gently clicked the headset, and calmly carried out the task. The battle between Merry and Carlisle had started. Surprisingly, Merry's robot seemed to have gained a sudden boost of strength, which had increased two folds. She dodged all Carl's attacks at extreme speed. The movement of her robot was strange; it moved on all fours, looking strangely contorted. Merry was visibly agitated, her robot roaring incessantly, attacking with the robotic arms wildly, as if she wanted to tear Carl to pieces.

However, in the end, there was nothing. He stopped, completely drained, as though all strength had left him all at once. In a daze, he walked out of the room. The moment he stepped into the courtyard, he saw two servants carrying bundles of dried white roses, heading toward the trash. Their voices were low as they murmured to each other. “These white roses are dead. We should just throw them out.” “It’s such a shame… Miss Roberts used to treasure this rose garden. She wouldn’t even let anyone else tend to it. She watered and trimmed it herself every day. It was meticulously done.”

The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly. His gaze was full of her. He smiled and pointed to the flowerpot she had just placed nearby. Half teasing, he said, “Then Cecilia is a red rose. Delicate and thorny. Only I can afford to take care of you.” Cecilia turned and looked at the roses Lucas had placed in the room that morning. And tears streamed silently down her face.

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Eliana chose the light-coloured Rilakkuma, therefore she was left with the dark brown Rilakkuma… the one that Grayson gave her. Holding the soft plush toy, Rose unconsciously lowered her head and buried her head in it. She held onto it even tighter as her cold body and mind seemed to have been warmed up by it. Looking up, she took a deep breath before walking into the house. Rose had already thought of the worst-case scenario, which she would be ready to deal with later. She came back with the idea of not giving him d*mn. Therefore, she was fearless at this time. Pushing the door open, as expected, he was sitting in a familiar position at the bar, drinking a glass of expensive red wine.

His hand clasped around her arm and stopped her from being able to leave. Rosie bit her tongue hard, her breathing growing heavy. She looked down at where Blaze held onto her arm, wanting to squirm or scream or cry. Anything. She was beyond uncomfortable and needed to get out of here before a panic attack bursted out. Blaze quirked an eyebrow. "I could give you a ride. Whatever kind of ride you want, Rosebud." Rosie took a deep breath. The room felt like it was spinning around her, everything blurring together. Nothing was making sense to her right now. "Please," she croaked out, her voice pleading. "Just let me go."

She couldn't even bring herself to break the annoying alarm clock as this one was a customized one. The particular clock had a voice which always started with a sweet voice,"wakie wakie baby.... Rise and shine my queen..." But that was not the only reason, the reason we're never the words...nope... not at all... The reason was the voice... It belonged to Rudra... She still finds it a mystery to solve that how her friend caught a hold of Rudra's voice that too such sweet one... Groaning, she picked up her alarm clock on her nightstand, Sakshi looked at the time and said,

Rose never really knew Anais’s past, but in her eyes, Matteo’s mother must have been a kind woman. “I hope so.” Matteo cleared his throat. “Baby, I want to hire a maid for you there. Someone to keep you company and take care of things.” “A maid?” “Better than you being completely alone. I just worry about you.” Rose sighed. “That won’t be necessary, Matteo. I’ll be fine on my own. Besides, there’s nothing heavy I need to do here.” The floors were cleaned by a robot. Laundry went to the service. Having a maid around would only make Rose uncomfortable.