Novel & Cerita Romance Of The Rose Summary

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

“I’m not here for this. This is the dress I want you to wear, and I don’t care if you have to squeeze yourself inside. Just wear it.” And then he turned and left, slamming the door behind him. I stood there for a moment, staring at the empty doorway, his words still echoing in my head. My throat burned. Tears came before I could stop them, spilling down my cheeks. I wiped them quickly with the back of my hand, furiously, as if speed could erase the fact they had fallen at all. Pull yourself together, Rose. I put on the dress anyway. Like Lucas said, I squeezed myself into it, the gown stretching in protest. My skin ached where the fabric dug in. The heels bit into my feet before I even took

Eric felt as though he were looking at his younger self. He also loved Avril like that once. However, toward the end, he thought that he'd grown tired and weary of her, and so, he allowed himself to be captivated by another younger, prettier she-wolf instead. And that was how he'd completely lost Avril. By the time he finally came to his senses and wanted to turn back, it was too late. He couldn't even begin to describe the sorrow and bitterness he felt in his heart. He heard that the grounds of the castle Avril lived in had been planted with tons of rosebushes everywhere. And since it was now springtime, the most beautiful time of the year, he figured that the roses were probably blooming a

“Wake up, Rose. It’s time to head back.” “No. Let me sleep a bit more. It’s so nice here.” “My legs are getting numb.” “You look so beautiful when you’re shy.” “Come on, Rose. If you don’t open your eyes, I’ll kiss you.” “Then kiss me.” “Please.” “Do you really want this? Out here?” “Yes. I want you. I want this.” “Please. Don’t torture me like this.”

"No one touches you. No one takes what's mine." "Yes—yours," she panting, her voice breaking as her internal muscles clamped down on me in a sudden, violent climax. She shuddered, her head burying into my neck as her body convulsed around mine. I let out a low, animalistic roar, my hips driving up one last time as I blew a thick, heavy load deep inside her, filling her completely while the car drifted slightly on the slick highway. We panted in the dark, our sweat mingling. I didn't let her move. I kept her pinned to my chest as the heavy iron gates of the Rinaldi estate loomed out of the gray morning fog ahead.

“No. It’s too soon. It’s—” Bella’s gaze softened slightly, the closest Rose had ever seen her come to compassion. “It only takes once, Rose.” Rose pressed her hands to her face. Images from that night flooded her, Dante’s body over hers, the pain, the pleasure, the way she had clung to him until her nails left marks. She had been so lost in him, so sure of what they were in that moment. Now, the thought that life had sparked inside her from it left her dizzy.

He took control, pulling her in, one hand behind her head, the other wrapped firmly around her waist. They kissed—long and deep, like lovers lost in the rush of first love. And just like that, I couldn't tell anymore. Was it "Rose" that made him lose control? Or had he truly fallen for Chloe? All I knew was, he no longer loved me. Not me—Wendy. I was already dead, but somehow, my heart still hurt like hell.

The crackling ember showing in the eyes of a scorned woman, she felt pleasure seeing it all go up in flames. Then the withered rose. It was the first flowers he’d ever gotten her, right after they’d just met. Catherine Zeta, her friend at the time had convinced her to go on a date with him. He brought her roses, she told him she loved peonies only—the roses stopped. Damned Catherine, if he hadn’t convinced her to go on that date her life wouldn’t be so miserable like it was now, she grunted again as she chucked the unsuspecting rose into the fire.

It was no secret to him that Rose knew no man and most of the reasons were because of her disability overpowering her beauty. Stephano offered her a smile before he found Rose pulling him closer to kiss him with so much passion and fervour. She pulled away abruptly to say, “I am yours Stephano. All of me is yours forever.” She crashed her lips with his again and moaned in his mouth. Stephano quickly dominated their sensual kiss and began to rake his hands all over her body and going down to grab one of her bare butt cheeks. This time Rose didn't protest and he smirked. He had conquered her beyond any doubts.

Past the blackmail, contract, and lies, I care for her, genuine and true, But she won't let me explain, and the distance grows, wider, and anew. I hear the shower start, Rose's voice, muffled, crying or anger? I sigh, defeated, lie back, staring at the ceiling, lost, and wondering. Tormented by doubts, and fears, about our future, together, Lost in thoughts, and darkness, my heart, and soul, in endless weather. ########### ROMAN POV I stand in the dinning, watching Rose descend, Stunning in a dress that hugs her curves and contours bend. My jaw tightens, possessiveness takes hold,