Rose Gate Novels & Stories

A guard popped up behind him, his shadow caught by the light. "Have this stored farther than the rest, prepare the caravan", he paused. "My bride is finally coming home!!" ********************* Dylan walked through a rose garden, the moonlight casting a soft glow on the red, watered petals. He paused, eyes shut, quietly listening to the flowing breeze as it kissed past him. Finally, he was free from that horribly, suffocating party. Another minute in there and he'd probably have dropped dead from the strong stench of perfume.

This isn't because of-" he shook his head, the smile not disappearing. "This was already planned, "Rose. I just needed an excuse to get you here," he admitted. "Do you accept my gift?" Thump, thump, went my heart. Without hesitation, I replied, "yes." I took the flowers out of his hand and placed them in the vase he provided. I noticed that they weren't fake and were indeed real. What a man to give a woman real flowers. A friendly man, I reminded myself. Nicolaus was just a friend. Even if his gesture seemed anything but friendly.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

From the glow rose a single spark that drifted upward, caught in the wind, and vanished into the clouds. A signal. “Let the packs see it,” I whispered. “Let them know the moon bleeds again.” Varyn’s men moved to the edges of the ruin, lighting torches, feeding them to the storm. The smoke curled crimson, thick and deliberate, rising into the gray sky. Far away, I knew, he would see it Ares in his fortress, watching the same smoke climb the horizon like a scar. I turned my face toward the forest, where the goddess’s silver still slept.

The weight of it all pressed down on me, and I suddenly felt weak. The car finally slowed down and drove through large iron gates. When it stopped, the assistant turned to me and gestured at the sprawling property ahead. “This is the boss’s gift to you, ma’am. Your wedding gift.” I froze. My breath caught in my lungs. “The Grand Estates…” I whispered, barely believing my eyes. “Why?” I asked no one in particular. Adrian once promised he would buy a house here once we got married. Yet now, the entire estate belonged to me. The irony hit hard.

“You okay, bro?” “Never better. Take a closer look at this rose. What do you see?” I asked him, waving the half-dead burnt flower in his face. “Just a burnt flower and an odd cousin. Are you sure you are, ok? You don’t seem so” He was being overly concerned. I walked around the table and ended up standing right in front of him. “Take a second look!” I insisted in an even more persuasive tone. “Okay, I’ll help you a little. This burnt flower, as you call it, is my next victim,” I explained as I lasciviously stroked the burnt velvet petals.

He gave her another one of those hot grins of his while he expertly moved her against the wall. “Better now that I have you to myself. Now, Rose Angles, daughter of the Hollow Wood Pack Alpha. You and I need to have a talk, sweetheart.” Rose wasn’t sure what they had to talk about. Her brain was stuck on the feel of his body pressing her against the coolness of the wall. One of his thighs was between her thighs, pinning her to the wall.

I texted Anna that I'd be meeting her while walking down the street to Blossombee. "Haven! Hold on!" I turned around to see James half-sprinting towards me. "Whoa, James. Is everything alright?", I asked, concerned. He took a few seconds, trying to catch his breath, and spoke "I don't have anything to do this evening. And I see you heading to Blossombee. Let's go and grab a coffee?", he asked, trying to catch his breath again. I smiled at him and said "Firstly, calm down. Breathe. Secondly, why not? Let's go", I said, walking towards Blossombee.

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.

and unlocked the door. He moved her going away from him...he was looking at her without blinking and taking in her beautiful and gorgeous self.. Her white coat that is her pride and signifies her hardwork to her patients, was held in her one hand... Her purse in other hand... A stethoscope, that was, is and maybe will be her favourite jewellery that she always carried around with her, was around her neck.... She was beauty with brains in herself. A perfect combination... No wonder his mom loves her more than him and would stay unhappy everytime Kiara or anyone bought up the topic of their marriage ceremony to be held...