Novelas y relatos de Roses

A cry that filled me with guilt. I opened my eyes to see Rosaline beside me crying her eyes out. Her face was puffy with tears stains as fresh was kept falling down like an overflowing waterfall. "Rose," I don't want that. A gasp left her and she snapped her head towards me. Her bloodshot eyes widened as her jaw dropped. "ALEXEI!" she cried and engulfed me in a hug. I hissed lowly when I felt a sharp pain shoot through me. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she apologized and pulled away.

ROMAN'S POV. Roses and i have had s smooth relationship as of recent. Things have been really great between us and the more I spent time with her, the more stories she told me both the serious and ridiculous part of her live back in San Francisco the more fond i grew of her. I remember she once told me about a day she and her friend when into a boutique acting high and classy and took all the jelly gum in the jar of the store and walked out without buying anything.

Rose woke up to the scent of exotic plants. She looked around her room to be surrounded by beautiful roses. Each petal decorated around the room from the door to the window to the walls and pillars of the hospital room. Her eyes were stunned and she blinked before her eyes went to the door that suddenly opened.

Its petals, once vibrant and full of life, were now delicate and brittle, its color faded over time. As I held the dried rose, an unexpected image flashed before my eyes. It was Stassie, her radiant smile lighting up her face. It was a smile that could outshine the sun, a smile that had the power to make anyone's day brighter. The rose, in its silent beauty, reminded me of her.

Ares clarified. "Ah, I understand, Sir," the saleswoman acknowledged, her initial exuberance giving way to professional composure as she turned her attention to the assortment of blooms. "These white roses would be an impeccable choice," she recommended, prompting my curious eyebrow to arch. "Indeed?" Ares began to say, but before he could finish, I interjected. "Aren't white roses conventionally linked to marriage?" "Absolutely, Miss. White roses embody purity, innocence, and youthful charm. They are indeed fitting for a wedding, as you pointed out. Moreover, they symbolize a fresh start and an e

Caesar casually asked, "You seem to like roses a lot?" Lola said, "They're delicious!" She put her hands on the cold stone railing, excitedly pointing to a red flower growing not far away, and told Caesar, "Ah! General, do you know that flower? Its scientific name is Pseudorchis albida. The stamens taste sweet. It's said that as long as an Alpha gives it to an Omega, the Omega will never be able to leave the Alpha. Many Alphas pick it by hand to express their love for their Omegas..."

I smiled. Rose had mud covering her clothes, with splashes of water on her top as well. "You should change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." She nodded with a sheepish smile, "I went to collect water from the river but slipped over the rock and fell." I paused but continued stirring again...the river. "Can you add the final petals and stir this? I have some work to do." Rose looked at me in shock and to my surprise, she shook her head in a no immediately, "I can't do that, you shall always complete your work other..."

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

Moreover who listens to best friend until and unless some problem arises. Putting a full stop to my thinking, I went inside the washroom, washed up and did my morning routine.... I didn't put any makeup for obvious reasons, as i have surgeries to do and just went with a light cream and a lipstick of light pink shade.... It's actually one of my favourites... Although pink is not the colour I prefer as I am not a pink person... Well, I am black person... Let's leave as soon as possible otherwise I would be late... I went out not before locking my house and tried to look for a cab or rickshaw...

Lucky Red was loud and crowded, and Rome wished he hadn’t bothered to come out at all. Even after a couple of beers, he wasn’t feeling any more relaxed. “Would you lighten up?” Mark urged him. “Come on, man. Rosa’s looking hot tonight. She keeps smiling at you, and you’ve only got eyes for your beer.”