Rose From Miraculous Novels & Stories

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Rose looked at her mother in surprise. She is blessed by the moon goddess? But how? And most importantly why her? She is just a normal human being, well apart from the part that she is mated to two supernatural's. All these thoughts were running in her mind and she needed answers for them. "So, I have the healing ability because I am blessed by the moon goddess?" Rose wanted to confirm. "Yes" Grace answered. "You have the ability to heal someone and to bring someone back to life." Grace said. Rose looked at her in amazement. She can bring back someone to life?

Jia and the other man were looking at each other for a second before the man (who Rose couldn't remember if he had actually introduced himself) spoke up "You are a miracle" "Shut up" Rose snapped and then inhaled hard to stop herself from reacting further, knowing that because of who she was and what she was, being emotional would be used against her. "I am not a miracle, this is not a miracle" she said, laying one hand almost protectively over her stomach "and if you are unwilling to be open about that then we have nothing more to talk about."

“You released your magic and made him into a barbeque.” “How did I do that?” Rosa asked in confusion. Paviar and I explained what had happened to her, with her eyes widening in disbelief, and they looked like they nearly popped out of their sockets. By the time we had finished explaining, Rosa’s disbelief had turned into something else. “I can’t believe I actually stopped Dagon! I’m becoming more powerful!” She was so thrilled and excited that she couldn’t sit still on the bed. Jaxon frowned as he watched Rosa fidgeting excitedly on the bed and said, “I feel it’s unfair for her to bear this alone.”

Roose said and anger was shown in her eyes. "A very Good morning My most Beautiful princess. This beautiful flower for the most beautiful person in the world! White Lily with Red Roses, just like you. I remember you always loved it. Take this and give a beautiful smile so that my day will be very beautiful." Marcas said all these loving things very sweetly and broke Christian and Roose's argument.

‌ Andrei's voice trembled with concern as he asked, "Rosey, how is she? What's happening to Sabrina?" ‌ Rosey's brow furrowed as she concentrated on her examination. "Physically, she seems unharmed," she replied, her voice laced with uncertainty. "But I don’t know why she fell unconscious.” Rosey then clasped her hands together. “Sacred Blessing” She chants a magic that briefly places a veil of light atop of the laying Sabrina. “For now, I have given her a recovery magic to recuperate her stamina, she might be sleeping out of exhaustion, considering how busy she was lately.”

Even after years of this life, something inside her refused to dim completely. She stepped out and went straight to work. Sweeping. Washing plates. Scrubbing the already-clean counter because Rosey liked to see her busy. Rosey watched from her seat like a queen overseeing a servant, her lips curled in permanent irritation. “You’re slow this morning,” Rosey said coldly. “Did you think this is a hotel?” “I’m sorry,” Mira replied softly, lowering her gaze. But inside, she was still smiling. No insult could reach her today. Not when her heart was full of something beautiful. Not when she had proof that miracles—even small ones—were real.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

Then my father’s voice sliced through again—only to break me completely. “Brace yourself. You’re getting married to Lucas Rodriguez by noon today.” I staggered backward, nearly collapsing. The room tilted. My hand struck a vase by the shelves, and when it shattered, dull red blood dripped from my palm onto the marble floor. They didn’t care. Not one glance. Lucas Rodriguez. The name alone made my knees buckle. I’d heard it whispered before—in boardrooms, in dark corners of the city, in the trembling breaths of people who knew better than to say it aloud. Enough to make men flinch in back alleys and moguls swallow their pride.

He said that that was because of the enormous amount of magic it held and that he could help neutralize that so I didn't have to worry about getting zapped. The rose really was like a magnet, I felt drawn towards its powerful healing magic, Evin then told me to touch one of the petals, he then took my other hand in his while touching the petal with his free hand. The rose began to glow and then we were suddenly surrounded by a halo of blackness, the rose gleamed deep blue along with Evin's eyes. ********