Ruby Rose Younger Novels & Stories

She refilled her glass and did the same to Rosie's glass when she walked closer. "You know you young people thinks wishes come through" Rosie rested on a couch feeling lazy to go back to the window side "But that's just bed time story. Even when you have the money to work things out, you gat to chill and let your brain work too". "You are just twenty five years old" Ryan scoffed "What makes you think you know better". "I know better because I know what you had for lunch and dinner yesterday" Rosie stated earning a dry chuckle from Ryan "I know better like when you fucked your father's friend, got pregnant for him and aborted, I know better because you are -".

Puрру didn't аnѕwеr. "Thеn bу сhаnсе, уоu rаn Rоѕе in thе rеѕtаurаnt; уоu knоw the rеѕt." "Thіѕ іѕ thе wоmаn whо рrоtесtеd you frоm уоur father. The fаthеr уоu admitted hаtіng. Yоu wеrе seven whеn your mother dіеd, Rоѕе wаѕ twеlvе. Rоѕе саrеd fоr you until уоu lеft fоr соllеgе аt seventeen. Shе wore ѕесоnd hаnd ѕо уоu соuld wear nеw. Rose wоrkеd twо jоbѕ to help рut you through college, frat gіrl. Eіght уеаrѕ оf соllеgе... аnd уоu nеvеr еvеn grаduаtеd wіth a two уеаr dеgrее."

He simply said. Rosie rolled her eyes in annoyance. All her life she had wasted waiting for Raphael to finally love her but each passing day he makes it even more difficult for her. She was only ten years old when she first saw him and he was five years older than her. It was love on the first side to her. Even when her parent told her about her having a mate in the future, Rosie was still adamant about loving him.

He dropped 1000 roses - they fell into puddles, white and red - and caught her, pulling her into his chest, his wet hoodie soaking her too. "You are soaked again," she sobbed into his chest, just like her mother said 20 years ago. "You are barefoot again," he whispered, looking down - she was in sneakers, not barefoot, but he said it anyway because it was family script. She stood on tiptoes and kissed him first. In rain. Hard. In front of Shoreditch and 1000 roses. Like mother, like daughter. And in the penthouse on Billionaires' Row, Grandma Rose, now 102, watching via bodyguard live video AGAIN, with binoculars, cried:

* I came out of my memory with a tear rolling down my cheek, I quickly wiped it away. I was sitting in my desk chair because of course I'm at the club. I looked at my phone one more time, looking at my little roses profile. I made a promise to her right then and now, I will protect you this I can promise. Knowing how close she is to my club which has cameras all over it, I watched them very closely to make sure she was not harmed by the man that killed my dad.

We have been friends since kindergarten and we will probably be friends till the day we die. Rose used to have platniam blonde hair but since she turned 15 she dyes it whenever the color starts fading. Right now she has an ombre of blue and purple. That reaches her shoulders. Her eyes are gray which makes her look beautiful. "I can not believe your almost 18," she exclaims after we move apart. "Stop acting like your older," I tell her. "Listen I am only 2 months younger," she states. "Yes but that still makes me older," I tell her.

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

He leans down and whispers in my ear, “Don’t expect to get any sleep or rest for a while. Besides… you love it as much as I do.” I blush brightly and push at his chest. “Y-you… you’re such an idiot,” I mutter, unable to stop myself from smiling at his laughter. Here we go again… *** ~Twelve Years Later~ “Dad, do you really have to go?” Rose asks yet again. Nearly eighteen now, she’s grown into a beautiful young lady. According to Aiden, she looks just like her namesake—which makes sense, since Rosie was my blood sister. “I don’t feel ready at all. Can’t you stay so I can learn more?”

I echoed her. Rosa might be engaged and all, but that still doesn't erase the fact that she is still just 23 and the youngest here. So she really finds it hard to rein in her emotions. Her face instantly lit up like a Christmas tree. “Here,” she thrust the bouquet of flowers and box of chocolate to me. “I got these for you when I heard you were coming in today.” I took her gifts with a big smile on my face. “Thank you,” I said but as I looked down at the bouquet, my throat closed up when I noticed that it was red roses.

“Shouldn’t you call me ‘miss’? I’m older than you, aren’t I?” His face rapidly turned red from embarrassment. “I’m not that young…” he mumbled. “I heard you” She snapped “But it’s true, I’m eighteen, and you’re… nineteen?” He raised a brow in questioning but Rose was enraged beyond reasoning. “Nineteen my foot! Hey! You should call me lady, in fact, call me Aunty! I’m twenty-one!… well, in three months’ time, that is. Argh! Whatever!” Her feet stomped against the ground in frustration.