Rose From Miraculous Novels & Stories

I said as she shut the door. Why would I be happy? That little bitch, Rose, stole my magic, making me nothing but mundane. Rose saved my life by using her powers to remove the bullet from my body, only to take my powers from me right after. So now I am a powerless human that is paralyzed. She knew what she was doing to me; my body couldn't heal by taking my abilities. Death would have been a better fate.

"We had the fundraiser yesterday afternoon." Magarita announced, hoping it would cheer Rose up and luckily it did because she got her head up and Magarita could see a little bit of sparkle in her eyes. Magarita's heart leaped for joy because Rose's eyes had lit up. The young lady wasn't exactly showing she was excited but the sparkle in her eyes was enough. Magarita couldn't wait to tell Rose all about it. She wished she was there to see how excellent and marvelous it went. The fundraiser was beyond successful and she had more news for her but it was one that was going to make the sparkle in Rose's eyes disappear.

Frowning, he went to pull the door shut and it hit something, a thud sounding towards the bottom of the door. Chris lowered his gaze to the floor, and blinked in surprise, stuck between the door and the wall, was a little red rose in a tiny but elegant glass shaped like a crescent moon, the inside hardened with…resin? He picked it up, and saw the tiny thorns surrounding the rose inside. Blinking, he curled his fingers around the item and jogged lightly down the stairs, two at a time. __________________

We ran towards the garden, I found myself chasing butterflies while my parents cheered excitedly. "Come. I want to show you something" Royce said and grabbed my hand, pulling me excitedly. We got to a lake and royce knelt down, pulling me down along with him. "Look Roselle, what do you see?" he asked,staring at out reflection in the water. I looked back at my reflection, surprised to see that I looked exactly as I did ten years ago, I hadn't even aged one bit. everything was just like it was before, perfect and peaceful. I completely forgot about pain and revenge.

sʜᴇ IS ʀᴏsᴇ, ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ

His hand lifted, fingers brushing a loose strand of her hair back from her face with a touch that was almost careful, which somehow made it worse. “You must be a witch,” he murmured. “You’ve put a spell on me.” Rose’s pulse kicked hard, her body betraying her in a way her mind refused to accept. This was insane. She was standing in the middle of nowhere, alone with a man who had just admitted he was a predator, who had killed without hesitation not half an hour ago, and yet… She wanted to be here. “I don’t think that’s how it works,” she said, though her voice came out softer than she intended.

The flower vase she was holding fell from her hand and shattered into a thousand piece. Rose has never particularly believed in miracles, she wasn’t even religious to begin with. But before her was the evidence that a power higher than her was working in her favour. Standing in front of her was her Prince, there wasn’t a better fairy-tale than hers.

The sight dragged me violently back into memory. Her body on the floor. Still. Too still. No breath. No pulse. The sound my brothers made—raw, broken—still echoed in my chest. Even my mother’s awakening hadn’t been enough to pull us back from that abyss. And then… light. Heat. Power. Like fire kissed by life itself. Rose’s body glowing, her chest rising, her strength returning in a way that defied death. A Phoenix reborn. The present rushed back as Rose gently squeezed my mother’s hands, whispering words of gratitude before stepping away. Her eyes found mine immediately.

It takes my whole day to know who is she? I search about her and her family and know that her name is a Rose and her brother also killed by Evil and then she became mad and went into a mental hospital then she escapes from this hospital and now she is in my mansion, there is no doubt that she is mental now and dirty also. But I’ll recover her soon as possible, I’ll try my best to recover her and spend my whole life with her. I plan everything and take many black roses about 500 and separate their petals then spread all these petals into the room and a red rose, which is in reality a magic rose in which a fairy was in imprisonment, also hide here. I wait every second for her that when she com

Cedric said with a smile. "What kind of day?" "Your one-year recovery anniversary." He pulled out a bouquet of flowers. "Congratulations—on being reborn." I took the bouquet, my eyes misting over. "Thank you, Cedric. For this past year… for staying by my side." "Silly girl," he said gently. "I told you, I'd wait as long as it takes. So… are you ready to give me a chance now?" I paused for a few seconds, then smiled. "Alright."