Rose Gate Novels & Stories

He growled louder this time. He walked up to me, standing directly infront of me. May was prancing around in my head and pretty much singing. 'MATE! MATE! MATE!' I was so confused. Mason was our mate, and we rejected him. Just as I finished my thought, I heard a low growl coming from, who I now know is Alpha Wyatt. His beautiful green eyes were swirling with black. He growled out once more, and what he said had me understanding what May was doing in my head. "MATE."

Coby chuckled. "Well, You really eat so less" She smiled Don't smile at any other men like that Rose We walked out the sudden loud noise of a dog barking sends Rose to grab my arm and lean on me scared. I looked at her as she let go immediately embarrassed. But I wanted her to stay near me for just a little longer. Unable to hold myself back I put my arm on the back of her tiny waist and we walked to the car. Coby wanting to go have drinks with a friend and left us alone.

Is it a coincident? ''With their warm, vibrant tones, orange roses symbolise enthusiasm and desire. If someone is looking for a way to express admiration and attraction—with an underlying message of passion and excitement, they'll send you a bouquet filled with these fiery blooms.'' She breathes out, smiling as she eyes each of the orange roses, ''I haven't seen him for quite some time, I'm not so sure if his interest has changed.'' ''I'm pretty sure they remain the same,'' I reply. She turns to me, ''It's beautiful how your name is Rose. Have you met my son, Elia?''

“That’s how you survived. The Moonrose. Tell me—what does it actually do?” He gave a dry chuckle, pride bleeding through his ancient voice. “The roses come in pairs. I have the white one. Kiran has the black—far more powerful, but dangerous. Like soulmates, these roses are bound. Mine has kept me alive. More than that—I am the rose now. I don’t just use its power. I am its vessel.” Without another word, I unsheathed my blade and sliced my palm. Blood welled and dripped into the ceremonial bowl. Rhaegos, resigned, did the same. Our blood swirled together—ancient, powerful, defiant.

Get a grip. She looked offended. “Yours. Duh!” Rose said. “Why else do you think I would voluntarily come to the floor of doom?” “Stop being dramatic,” I rolled my eyes. “It’s not that bad up here. From who?” “How am I supposed to know?” she shot back, mirroring my eye roll. “There’s a card.” I set the bouquet on my desk. It smelled expensive. Fresh. Like someone had put thought into it. “Well,” Rose said, already backing away, “I better get going before Hades storms in here. And I will be waiting at lunch with my popcorn ready.”

Jason said, heaving a long sigh of relief before waving his hand at the mother-daughter duo again. The maids then dragged the two of them out of the castle grounds, and soon, their loud cries and screams couldn't be heard anymore. The sun began to set, bathing the vast castle grounds in a bright orange glow. Jason's and Eric's gazes fixed on the bare stump of the apple tree in the garden. The apple tree was gone now, and the garden was filled with lavender. The little garden that Rosa used to love so much was no longer there. Avril had been the one diligently tending to it after Rosa left the world, but now, she had left as well.

Suddenly, a line of hotel attendants marched through the front glass doors carrying massive, elaborate arrangements of rare, shimmering roses. Blue moon-blooms, blood-red velvet petals, and sparkling silver-tipped stems filled the air with an overpowering, intoxicating fragrance that captivated the entire room. Cassidy gasped, her eyes lighting up with greed as she stepped forward. "Look at those! Those are northern moon-roses! They cost a fortune to harvest from the Alpha mountains!" She turned to Declan with a fake, fluttering smile. "Alpha Declan, did you order these for our pack delegation to celebrate the agreement?"

"Have a great day!" Anathea accepted the roses. The person picked up a walkie-talkie and switched to Estarian. "Martin, the pink roses at the lakefront have all been handed out." "Alright, you can clean up and wrap up early…" Anathea didn't hear the rest of the sentence because the man's voice was familiar, and his name happened to be Martin. "How many pink roses are you handing out in total?" Anathea asked. The staff thought about it for a moment. "Um, about 200 thousand, I think. They were all airlifted from Blossomridge, Estara. They're very fresh."

I opened my own studio, and my days became full, vibrant, and happy. One night, Jordan stepped out of the shower, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on the small of his back. I leaned closer. It was a rose in full bloom—beside it, a little girl dancing. My fingertips trembled as I traced it, my eyes stinging. "I had it done when I was seventeen," he said softly. His gaze lowered to mine, eyes shimmering with starlight. "I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride."

Chapter 37 Sighing, Rose strolled into the gate of the Hendricks mansion. "Good morning,Kola!" She greeted the security personnel at the gate whilst adjusting her purse on her shoulder. "Morning, Rose!" He responded. He flashed his yellowish teeth as he locked the gate.