Rose Harbor Series Novels & Stories

“Friends and families discount.” Ollie paid the florist and then put the box of lilies inside his backpack before he plucked a single red rose from one of the shelves to his left. “Here.” He placed the rose in my hand. “It matches your hair.” Then Ollie turned around and walked toward the door without waiting for me while I stood there with my cheeks turning the same shade of red as the rose in my hand.

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.

He stayed in the car and waited. Holding a bouquet of white roses, Daisy slowly walked through rows of gravestones until she stopped in front of the one tucked away in the farthest corner. The stone bore only Dario's name and the years of his birth and death. In the photograph, he had on a black suit. His distinct features were exactly the same as the first time Daisy had met him. She placed the white roses in front of the gravestone and stood there silently for a long time. Finally, she said softly, "When I said I wouldn't forgive you, I meant it. But I don't hate you anymore either. Rest in peace."

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

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

She tried to evade as Verasco suddenly pulled her wrist roughly and placed it on the surface of Theo's chest. Something Rose had never noticed when she was forced to examine her own left arm. A glowing light with a tattoo of a rose surfaced. Rose stared at Verasco, wondering what exactly the middle-aged man wanted to reveal. Instead, the gesture on his fierce face signaled Rose to take a closer look at Theo.

(hearts) And, just wait for the next chapter.. It seems our Rose wasn't lying, and now she's on a roll!!!!

Doris apologized, also sensing the anger in Rose’s voice and took them to the section where the most expensive cars were placed. In an instant, Rose’s face brightened when they got to the section because she was able to see that there was a real difference between the cars here than the other section she had been checking. And with just one glance one can easily tell that the cars here would cost a fortune. Luthor, who was beside Rose couldn’t help but shake his head and sighed deeply in his mind when he saw the delighted expression on her face. He wouldn’t deny that he wasn’t wowed by the cars in this section,but Rose's expression was different from his. It was as she had finally found the

I said but as I looked down at the bouquet, my throat closed up when I noticed that it was red roses. My mind immediately flashed to the red roses that my stalker sent to my house the other day and I broke out in cold sweat. “You like red roses right?” Rosa asked, her voice coming to me from somewhere that seemed far away instead of next to me. I clenched my teeth together and forced myself to nod. “Yes, of course,” I answered curtly. The tension etched on Rosa's face visibly relaxed. “Thank God,” she breathed. “I had initially ordered some sunflowers but they got sold out before I could finalize my payment this morning.”

Rose anticipated it, let herself go with the motion just enough to sell it before shifting her weight, catching the movement, turning it, locking her arm around Betty’s neck as they hit the ground. She drove a series of punches into her ribs. The last one carried just a touch more energy manipulation. Betty’s breath stuttered, coming ragged now. “I’m going to kill you bitch,” Betty snarled through her mouthguard. Rose tightened her hold slightly. “Not if I get there first,” she said. For a fraction of a second, her attention shifted. His attention stayed on her, heavy enough to feel. She did not need to look to know where he was, but she did anyway.