Rosalina Crying Novels & Stories

I needed to tell him I loved him, even if he didn't love me back. "Rosa," I managed to whisper, grabbing her wrist with what little strength I had left. "Lucas... please... bring Lucas..." "Of course, sweetheart. Of course." Rosa was crying harder now, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I'll get him right now."

- he confessed with a more serious expression on his face. For a moment Soo Min was unable to move and had to admit that she almost drowned in his eyes. However, his words sobered her immediately. She blinked several times trying to somehow process this confession. Finally, Soo Min closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deeper breath, causing his hand to slide off her cheek.

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

“No.” A broken sound slipped past my lips. He stepped closer and I took another step back. “It can't… you can't…” “Oh, Rosalina…” He whispered, as a tear rolled down his face. “Dad?”

A cry that filled me with guilt. I opened my eyes to see Rosaline beside me crying her eyes out. Her face was puffy with tears stains as fresh was kept falling down like an overflowing waterfall. "Rose," I don't want that. A gasp left her and she snapped her head towards me. Her bloodshot eyes widened as her jaw dropped. "ALEXEI!" she cried and engulfed me in a hug. I hissed lowly when I felt a sharp pain shoot through me. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she apologized and pulled away.

Without paying attention to her surroundings, she dashed towards that broken vase and kneeled down to grab those shattered pieces of glass. Extending her hand, she was about to collect those glasses pieces but stopped when her eyes landed on a bouquet of completely dried up and lifeless flowers. Her brows wiggled in confusion. She grabbed that bouquet and noticed it was a bouquet of red roses but their petals and leaves had turned completely lifeless. Why would he keep such lifeless roses in his house? Nina was about to drop that bouquet on the floor when her eyes fell on its white ribbon which was tying those roses together but her soul froze seeing those faded stains of blood on that white

she spat, her voice venomous, each word dripping with malice. "How could you?" she demanded, her voice rising to a crescendo. Tears streamed down her face, like rain pouring from a stormy sky, her pain cutting through me like a razor-sharp blade. I opened my mouth to explain, to beg for forgiveness. But Rosaline cut me off, her words slicing through the air like a knife. "No! You've made your choice clear," she said, her voice cold, detached. "You've chosen her over me, your blood"

Isabella's shoulders slump slightly, and she looked down, not meeting Rose' eyes. "I see. It's just... after the confrontation with Nerissa, she insisted they were married legally. I can't believe Mateo would do that without... without even getting the real reasons behind my sudden absence." Isabella's face contorted in pain and she covered her mouth with both her hands in a tight embrace. Tears streamed down her face and she began sobbing quietly. Rose reaches across the table, offering a comforting hand.

"Fuck last midnight Rose. You can't allow some midnight incident to get you inside out suddenly. Don't forget that you are still Roseline. Please, stop grieving over this nonsense. Stop this, okay." He chided, and wiped off her tears, and kissed her forehead.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.