Robotic Rose Novels & Stories

This isn't because of-" he shook his head, the smile not disappearing. "This was already planned, "Rose. I just needed an excuse to get you here," he admitted. "Do you accept my gift?" Thump, thump, went my heart. Without hesitation, I replied, "yes." I took the flowers out of his hand and placed them in the vase he provided. I noticed that they weren't fake and were indeed real. What a man to give a woman real flowers. A friendly man, I reminded myself. Nicolaus was just a friend. Even if his gesture seemed anything but friendly.

He growled louder this time. He walked up to me, standing directly infront of me. May was prancing around in my head and pretty much singing. 'MATE! MATE! MATE!' I was so confused. Mason was our mate, and we rejected him. Just as I finished my thought, I heard a low growl coming from, who I now know is Alpha Wyatt. His beautiful green eyes were swirling with black. He growled out once more, and what he said had me understanding what May was doing in my head. "MATE."

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

asked Aruba in a curious tone. “The Primary Blood Rose, the first ever Blood Rose to bloom in the earthly soil possesses incredible powers—that only the most powerful creature can also contend with.” “A Thaumaturge…” Rosette muttered while looking at Rozelyn. “Wait, so this primary rose thingy can only be picked by a Thaumaturge? How about if another one will get this?” Rozelyn’s words finally come to sense. “No one knows, dearest. But I’m pretty sure it’s not good,” her godmother replied.

all that came against him couldn't leave in one piece. as for Rosewell, the robots didn't need to do much calculations to understand that he was dangerous. He walked majestically into the battle, evading the most critical of hits with just the slightest bit of movement that somehow took someone's head off. anything he touched got sliced into a whole lot of pieces; and I mean a whole lot because the pieces could not be counted. there was a whole lot of irreversible disassembly going on at that side Meanwhile, kojiro was in his impenetrable barrier watching a completely different event unfold. As it turns out, Yen wasn't kissing Mina for no reason. Through the contact of of lips, body and soul

"Leo's little burst was clever, but I have a localized battery. In five seconds, I’m going to pulse the 'Alpha' command. You won't kill me. You’ll kneel and hand me the boy." "Four," Rose counted, her heart hammering. "Three." "Two." Rose didn't wait for one. She didn't transform. She knew that if she shifted now, the frequency would lock her into a mindless state of obedience. Instead, she used the human speed she had gained from the experiments. She launched herself at the changing table, grabbing a heavy glass jar of antiseptic. She threw it with pinpoint accuracy. It didn't hit Marcus—it hit the drone’s rotor.

"And your heart belongs to me. That's what truly matters." They stopped beside a blossoming rose bush, its petals a vibrant shade of crimson. Roberick plucked a single rose, its thorns pricking his finger. He winced but continued to hold the delicate flower. "Cynthia, I have something for you." Cynthia's eyes twinkled with curiosity as he offered her the rose. She accepted it with a gracious smile, inhaling its fragrance. "It's beautiful, Roberick. Thank you."

This is the first time that the smart Rose is contacting someone about her motives through call otherwise she only used to message the person that too through the various websites and different numbers that too with shifting the location of IP so that nobody could track her even accidentally. After done with the call, Rose stood up and once again moved to the café which is already closed down for the customers from the inner stairs which connected all three floors from inside. Rose entered the kitchen after opening the wall-sized cabinet and taking out big cookie jars she entered the walk-in vault and directly moved towards the last wall after sliding the wall she circled two more pics on th

However, it was the apparent weakness that formed the uniqueness of that technique—it was capable of deceiving people into thinking that it was harmless. The key to the Rose-Petal Rain was in its beauty and its deceptive qualities. Each petal was able to contain the energy within it so that it would not be expended while it was on its way to the target. Once those petals landed on the target, they would explode unexpectedly. At this moment, a few rose petals collided with the opponent's attack, producing a deafening explosion that made light work of the impending attacks. "What?!" The two old men were dumbfounded by what happened. They never dreamed that the seemingly innocuous rose petals w

Many roses. They found the first body in the kitchen. One of Roberto's men. Dead. With a black rose on his chest. "What…?" Dante whispered. "It's not our doing." They continued. Another body. Another. And another. All dead. All with their roses. “Is something happening?” Elena asked. Something we don’t understand. A noise. Behind them. They turned around. Roberto was there. Standing in the middle of the hallway, a pistol in his hand and a smile on his lips.