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"It's a shock, there's nothing more to it. Let me just go through it." "OK," Rose said. "I'll be back." Orva realized Rose was concerned, but she had just seen the signature at the lower part of the page and wasn't prepared to say the name without holding back. There was no telling the way that she would respond to the other words. In Robert's dreamland, the gleam of light on the opposite side of the sliding door was Orva's arm band. It was mirroring the light as it wiggled on her wrist.

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."

Orian rolled his eyes and I frowned flipping him the middle finger before thinking of a poem and I was beginning to regret getting him flowers. "Shall I compare thee to the sun that rises on the morrow and the moon that graces thee with its light for thou hath diest thee on a feast for lovely wenches for what is a name if it isn't to be borne and thus, thou hath my grump, here are thy roses." I stretched them out with a smile on my face. "You are not very bright, are you?" He raised a brow collecting the roses and bringing them up to his nose to smell their fragrance.

DPOV Song: Wolf by Marika Hackman Hands reach up into my hair as fingers move to tangle themselves deeper in. Light scratches from fingernails against my scalp and soft moans against my lips cause my head to spin. I pull her warm body close to me and move my lips across her cheek to whisper into her ear, "Roza." That one, small word elicits a shiver from her that shakes her entire body. It's more than just a name. It's a promise. A promise of my love for her...and a promise of my lust for her.

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

I eagerly undid the buttons of his shirt, spreading the fabric wide and letting it slouch uselessly against his broad shoulders. I snatched the brush from his hand, dipped it back into the black paint, and raised it to his sculpted chest. Right over his racing heart, I carefully stroked out four letters: Rose. I used the name he loved the most — the name he called me in the dark. “You know, I think I know exactly what else this needs,” I murmured, a playful smirk dancing on my lips. I walked back to his palette, choosing a vibrant crimson red and grabbing a fresh, thick-bristled brush before sliding back into his personal space.

In the trolley, a stunning arrangement of lavender roses filled the air with their delicate fragrance. Lavender roses. Aurelia pursed her lips, the crease between her brows deepening. A wave of nostalgia sent shivers down her spine. How could I forget such a symbol? It was almost mocking, the way she quickly connected the dots. Or was it the flutter in her pained heart, how it could still swoon was beyond her. Madness. She thought, this rush, the turmoil. It was making her mad.

I bit my lips and shut my eyes. It wasn’t true. Alex Kane couldn’t have bought me a fake. “Ladies and gentelemen,” she started. Her eyes were trained on me and it was difficult to tell if she was smiling or angry. “I’m thrilled that someone here is wearing my limited edition rrelease…you wear it beautifully, Rosa.” My heart wanted to explode and I couldn’t stop grinning. Velastra just called my name. I turned to Alex, beaming. “You pulled that up, didn’t you?”

The birds are singing. I close my eyes. I listen. I breathe. I stay. --- September comes. The light changes. The mornings get cooler. The roses start to fade. But the oak tree stands tall. The oak tree does not care about September. The oak tree just keeps growing. Slow and steady. The way trees do. --- Damon and I plant more roses. Not white ones. Red ones. The kind that mean love. The kind that mean passion. The kind that mean I am here and I am staying and I am not going anywhere.

Aarav said and was about to go away Oorvi suddenly sat down on her knees and said "Try me Master. Test my love for you. You have doubted my love right? I will do anything to prove my love for you. I will take your every punishment happily. I will not complain at all nor will I say a safe word." Oorvi looked At Aarav's eyes and said these things. " You are very sensitive Oorvi just like a soft and fragile rose you can not bear my harshness on your soft body. Do not ask for something that you can not handle. "Aarav said