Rose Covered Novels & Stories

REJECTED Rose's parents gave him deaf ears because the more he apologized, the angrier they got. It was hard for them to behold his presence as it made them imagine his guts for still apologizing after causing the demise of their daughter. Rose's father, Mr. Gabriel almost strangled him to death but was held back by his wife.

The entire clan was already enamored by Rosa. Rosa opened her mouth to speak. After that, Rosa gave her thank you speech before they both drew a cut in each other's palm and licked blood. Now their blood was merged together, like their soul. The ceremony was followed by a resounding applause. Suddenly rose petals began to fall on them and they glanced up to see Aclove, Adgar throwing flowers from the trees. Rosa burst into a fit of laughter. Ryker inched closer, causing her to stop laughing. He held her waist and kissed her mouth. She kissed him back with equal fervor. It was a kiss of declaration and ownership. She belonged to him now just like he belonged to her.

I know that seems like a lot, but with about four thousand in the pack, that is small. Rose dresses in slim cut dark heather grey slacks with comfy flats and a silk baby blue boat necked blouse tucked into the front of her pants. She keeps her mark on full display by pulling her soft straight hair into a high stylish ponytail, adds a simple winged eyeliner with mascara on her eyes and nudish pink lip gloss to her plump lips.

Everything about the individual Rose came flooding into my head, the sudden remembrance caused my body to flinch and a chill to run down my spine. “Ah, You finally remembered! That’s great! I mean, how horrible would it be if you don’t even remember the person you’re going to go through all of this for.” he seemed to have noticed my reaction to the name and concluded all that. I tried to move again, but the pain was too much to bear. The figures continued to loom over me, their faces still obscured by the darkness. "What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice hoarse from screaming. "Oh, nothing much," the cheery voice replied. "Just a little favor for our dear Rose., you’re going to be goin

My eyes were still tightly closed. "stop...no...your breath stinks "I heard myself muttering that consistently. I heard a dark chuckle and the warm thing on my jaw moved slowly, slightly teasing upwards. "Here's the rope you asked for tiger." A female voice interrupted. He stepped away from me. My legs gave way underneath me and I slowly buckled to the floor. My hair was already messy and matted and annoyingly sticking to my face.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

I smiled. Rose had mud covering her clothes, with splashes of water on her top as well. "You should change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." She nodded with a sheepish smile, "I went to collect water from the river but slipped over the rock and fell." I paused but continued stirring again...the river. "Can you add the final petals and stir this? I have some work to do." Rose looked at me in shock and to my surprise, she shook her head in a no immediately, "I can't do that, you shall always complete your work other..."

My eyes practically bulged in their sockets when I saw the red roses. Alpha Roman was crouched before them, brushing a petal gently. "Do you know what this flower is called?" He asked, and I moved closer, halting behind him. He was shirtless, his hair pulled into a half ponytail. He had deep incision scars on his back. They looked painful. "It's a Rose," I said, crouching beside him. He glanced at me, his green eye glowing. "Rose," he rolled the word on his tongue.

Her lipstick was already smudged from their kisses in the car. “Damn, I missed this place,” Rose said, pulling off her heels. She dropped her purse, not even caring where it landed. Her hands went straight under Bryan’s shirt, and down his pants, pulling them out and taking in the big c*ork. “Damn! Is still as big and well curved as I like. Mummy is about to take you to the full moon.” She bent down and shoved the whole c*ork down her throat. He held her as she thrust in and out with her throat.

However, before the food was served, the waiter brought over a bouquet of red roses. "This is for Ms. Stafford, sent by one Mr. Pennington in congratulations for the successful art exhibition." Heather did not take the flowers. She told the waiter to send them back. "Tell Mr. Pennington that I don't like red roses." Red roses were Anne's favorite, not hers. She only liked pink ones.