Rose From Miraculous Novels & Stories

I looked up instinctively and caught sight of myself and my to-be mate in the mirror. My makeup was heavier than usual today, and I looked a whole lot different from how I normally looked—just like the roses that Marcus had especially planted for me in the greenhouse—shy, bashful, and delicate, yet as captivating as ever. Meanwhile, Marcus looked even more handsome than ever in his black haute couture suit. We exchanged glances. And in that instant, we saw the smile in each other's eyes. "I don't want to see them," I said. Marcus nodded at once without any hesitation. "Alright. Then, I'll get someone to ask them to leave."

A hefty tip. The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she took it and uttered a low thanks before going back to do her job. "Yes," I murmured, still getting used to being associated with a name I knew almost nothing about except for the power and protection that came with it. "Nikolai," he held out a hand. "It is nice to meet you, Black Rose." I took his hand, not wanting to be rude. His palms were soft, dry, and the warmth of it caught me off guard. He held me longer than necessary before letting go.

"Now you’re going to tell me what you used." The man smirked. "And if I don’t?" Roan growled. "Then you better hope you enjoy pain." The man shrugged. "It’s called Cradle Dust. You won’t find the cure in any clinic. Only one person has the antidote." Mirah frowned. "Who?" "Rosa." --- Daisy slammed her fist on the table when she heard. "That witch. She planned everything. Even this." Dickson grabbed his keys. "We’re going to find her."

"I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride." My heart ached with warmth. I rose on tiptoe and kissed him, tears slipping onto his palm. On his skin, the girl's dress still fluttered mid-dance. And at last, I had found the one who would always applaud me. "Jordan, thank you." I held him tight—for this love that had arrived late, and for fate's final mercy. After all the darkness and pain, I finally understood. One day, you will meet someone who shows you that you were never a stand-in for anyone. You are the only rose. Cherished, irreplaceable, never meant to wither.

"This is all fascinating, but we need a plan. Margaret's coming, and we can't run forever." "No," Rosa said, feeling strength flow through her as the lodge's wards responded to her presence. "We don't run anymore." Connor turned from where he'd been examining the door. "Rosa, you've never used magic before today. Margaret has centuries of experience." "But I have advantages she doesn't." Rosa stood, Elena cradled confidently in her arms. "I have my daughter's guidance, Elena's knowledge, and bloodline magic she never anticipated." Rosa's eyes widened. "Marcus. I can reach Marcus through Elena. They have a bond and I can use Marcus to reach Pierce”

Rosa::: I rub my hands on my neck feeling lone's mark ,I can't wait for my mate to return so we can keep making love over and over again ,I've never been more in love . I get upstairs to my room,I throw myself on my bed rubbing my body as I roll around on my sheets I can't believe I'm finally happy and I can finally have a family of my own ,thank you moon goddess and the heavens for making this possible .I pinch myself hard on my skin just to male sure that this isn't a dream or something ,because I swear this feels all like a dream .

My instincts screamed at me that something was off. As she descended the stairs, her eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of alarm. Her makeup was different, darker and more dramatic, not at all like her usual style. But it was her aura that truly caught my attention - a dark, powerful energy pulsed around her, radiating from her small frame in waves. My heart sank as I realized the truth: Roxy was dead, and she had been Risen.

How did it get there? Rain stared down at the rose she had found by her bedside the second the woke up. The scent drifting in the air and causing her to smile. It reminded her of her time in the cabin and Rain didn’t realize how much she missed waking up to the comforting scent of roses until this one was brought to her. Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently?

Rose looked around before taking a step forward to whisper her response, "She didn't take the news well. She was not ready to face everyone after what her mother had done. She left a note in which she apologised to everyone and said she didn't want to be found." I let out a sigh. This is not what I was expecting. Ruth was innocent, she was doing what she believed was right. She was following her mother. She had no idea about the dark magic. "Do you think she is safe?" Rose pressed her lips in a thin line, "She knows her spells. Anyone who decides to mess with her would be an idiot."

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.