Rose From Miraculous Novels & Stories

Something felt strange. But I was still too shaken from everything to understand it. I kept staring at Ms Choice… when something suddenly clicked. Her face. Her real face. Was standing in front of me. Not my reflection. Not a shared mind. Not a form-switch. But her. Separate from me. My eyes widened. Slowly, I looked down at my own hands… My legs… My breath caught. I wasn’t Ms Choice anymore. I was me. Rose David. Fully, completely, entirely Rose.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

Diana Rose POV - “Miracle!” Before I could run to Miracle, I saw Ronald was hugging Miracle to protect Miracle from the gun bullets. The rain of gunfire stopped at the same time as Ronald fell to the floor while bathing himself in blood. “Ronald! Miracle!” I was full of worry and shouted as I ran towards them. “Mommy, Papa doesn’t want to get up!” Miracle said, crying. “We’re still going to eat, aren’t we?”

Now Sarah stood up, resolved to get her answers. To her utter surprise, the man in front of her said nothing. Instead, he raised his hand and turned the palm upwards. When he was sure that he had her complete attention focused on it, he closed his eyes and let out a few of his pent-up emotions, channeling them into his palm. Right in front of Sarah’s eyes, levitating just above his opened palm, a fireball appeared. A real, hot, burning, flaming ball of fire… It was there just long enough for her to see it, and then his fingers curled and his fist swallowed the fire just like it was never there.

Miren's body was suddenly surrounded by a regal purple radiance, and at the same moment, her exquisite lips parted to reveal her exquisite voice. "When suffering enters your life, black roses bloom in your heart, and the fire of anguish burns there in the still of the night. Do you feel like your heart is beating less and less with each passing hour and minute, my friend? Why are the black rose petals fluttering in the breeze, and why are the black field petals tenaciously clinging onto the dew drops? Why do black roses bloom, why do black roses wither, when it all comes down to it? Your thoughts are like a garden of thorny black roses. You don't need to worry about the discomfort because yo

She ran to the kitchen, stopping short when passing by the bathroom mirror and seeing herself. It had been a long time since she'd seen her face. It was young and beautiful—she looked like a blossoming rose. She was only 22 in her world. The memories of her love with Michael as well as the pain and torment he'd brought her seemed to have had a veil pulled over them. She couldn't recall them clearly, nor could the emotions she'd once felt get through to her. Nothing in her life had changed, aside from the sudden influx of money in her account and the bubbling in the pot.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

“If you’re reading this, it means you’ve found the truth. Esteban can be trusted. He’s your only ally. Protect him. The future depends on it.” Her father’s handwriting. Before she could react, the wall behind Esteban exploded inward, sending them both crashing to the floor. Smoke poured in, and shadows loomed in the haze. Gunfire. Esteban shoved her behind the overturned desk. "Run!" "Not without you!" "They’ll kill you!" She kissed him, fast and fierce, then slipped the folder into her apron and sprinted for the bookcase. Shots whizzed past her, one grazing her arm. She cried out but didn’t stop.

I looked at her and nodded. I did everything I can do. But in the last part, I stopped. There's a rose on the table. But not an ordinary rose. Because this type of rose has magic in it. Within 1 minute this rose will turn into a monster. It's dangerous not because it can turn into a monster. But it will use your weakness against you before it kills you. "Kill the rose." I heard Drake said. I took a deep breath before stepping closer to it. I held it trembling. As I held on to it some memories entered my mind. Memories I don't want to remember anymore.

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.