Rose Novels & Stories

‘There are such places’ ivory wondered, she looked at the second mission and had the urge to laugh now she knew why literarily no one picked the two mission. The second mission was about bringing a rare running plant named blohy, it was a weird name, catching blohy was next to impossible for phase one-three to catch them. A phase four could but it would expend his energy and they were basically no use to them so phase four and above never caught them. ‘What if I fail the mission or if I bring herbs from there’ ivory asked. ‘No problem then, it’s just that you’ll be charged for using the portal’ the guy answered.

"That's what makes people connect. That's what makes them trust her. Not because she's perfect, but because she's honest." "Honesty doesn't drive market share," I said. "Strategic positioning drives market share." "You're wrong," Eli said, and it was the first time he'd directly contradicted me without immediately offering an alternative framework. "Honesty does drive market share. Because when people feel seen and understood, they build loyalty. That's how brand advocacy starts. Not with perfection. With recognition." I wanted to argue that the data didn't support this, but I was starting to understand that I couldn't win arguments with Eli by citing data if the data was measuring the wrong

Then my father’s voice sliced through again—only to break me completely. “Brace yourself. You’re getting married to Lucas Rodriguez by noon today.” I staggered backward, nearly collapsing. The room tilted. My hand struck a vase by the shelves, and when it shattered, dull red blood dripped from my palm onto the marble floor. They didn’t care. Not one glance. Lucas Rodriguez. The name alone made my knees buckle. I’d heard it whispered before—in boardrooms, in dark corners of the city, in the trembling breaths of people who knew better than to say it aloud. Enough to make men flinch in back alleys and moguls swallow their pride.

Lush’s POV A small white label on the top bore my name in simple, block letters: *LUSH*. There was no return address, no shipping barcode, and no postage stamp. It had been hand-delivered, bypassed the outer security checkpoints, and deposited straight into the heart of Alexander’s sanctuary.

That only adds more questions to my endless list of problems. I sigh, collecting my thoughts, and head back to the office. “Great!” I shout when some idiot accidentally spills soda all over my white dress. The fabric soaks instantly, mercilessly revealing my blue bra. Who the hell wears a blue bra under a white dress? Me… Estela Bridge, specialist in disasters. “Oh! I’m really sorry…” a deep voice says, masculine, a rough rumble. When I look up, I lose my breath. It’s a massive man, perfectly built like a Greek sculpture. Green eyes as clear as glass under sunlight; brown beard fitting absurdly well along his jaw. He’s holding a bouquet of yellow flowers and a phone.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• Caroline sat beside her mother, Agatha, flipping through the glossy pages of a wedding catalog, scanning the carefully curated arrangements of flowers. Soft sunlight poured through the window, illuminating the pages, casting a gentle glow over the delicate bouquets displayed on each spread. Agatha’s fingers lingered over an image of pristine white roses, her expression calm yet decisive. "White roses," she said firmly, tapping the picture with purpose. "Classic, elegant. They symbolize purity and new beginnings. They’re perfect."

I heard a soft rustle… the sound of a tray being set down. “Open,” he whispered. I parted my lips, and something soft and juicy was placed on my tongue. Sweet. A little tart. “Strawberry?” I guessed. He kissed the corner of my mouth. “Yes. Open again.” I obeyed. This time - thicker. Honeyed. “Mango.” “Mmm,” he hummed. “Your mouth is perfect when it’s full.” He slid his fingers between my lips, letting the fruit melt while his thumb stroked the inside of my cheek. I sucked gently, and he groaned low.

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Thirty minutes later, we were on a couch in the living room watching a movie with memories of Kade long gone. Guess I didn't like him that much since it took no time in forgetting him. But it still doesn't feel good to get dumped. I wish I'd been the one to dump his sorry ass. Once the credits of the movie rolled in, I retired to my room but I saw something I wasn't expecting. A single white rose was on my nightstand with a white envelope by its side. I knew that wasn't there when I last entered the room so how did it get there?

Few minutes later, a beep came from Alex phone. Alex grabbed his phone quickly not containing his excitement. "Oh Jojo, I got my first match, and look, she's texted." He went quickly to see her Display picture, but he couldn't see her face probably because she was looking up at the sky and had huge sun glasses on, but Alex could tell she was really beautiful and the killer body she had made him even more satisfied. "Oh Jojo, this is it, I have scored. Cupid really favoured me. What's her name... Amanda Walters." A smirk slowly growed on his face. "Well, hello Amanda."