Serena Roses Novels & Stories

Jason sent Cara another side smirk, then he looked at the bartender again. "A glass of Rosé." Jason ordered. He felt Cara's hand squeeze his arms, a sign which told him she wasn't exactly happy with his behavior of not letting her choose for herself. But to Jason, this was his way of showing that he was in control. He wanted Cara to see that she was right to admit this place as his territory.

, she said as she looked towards the door like she was expecting her to burst through them at any moment. “It wasn't Lyla and the gang, Rose”, I told her and she looked at me questioningly. “It's Serena”. “Serena?” She asked and I nodded my head. “She told me she would be out of town for the whole weekend. What is she doing here again?” She asked, confusion clearly written all over her face. “Finish up here, will you?” She said before going to the living room. “Serena. It's so nice to see you again”, she greeted her warmly but I could hear the underlying question and confusion in her voice.

"She's my mate, Rosie." Rosie gasped on the other end of the line. "She is not!" "She is," I confirmed. "How do you know for sure? I altered her smell." I scoffed. "I have eyes. Knew it the second I saw her." "That just made this ten times more complicated," Rosie uttered under her breath. "What do you mean?" She released a sigh. "Let's get one thing right. I am happy for you. Especially after everything that happened. But you need to pump your brakes. Sera is in a really vulnerable position right now."

He felt he needed at least one week's worth of sleep. Rooka smelled their combined scent before he heard her voice. Serena was wearing a knee-length navy blue sailor-collar dress and a pair of purple sneakers. Her hair was loose and she looked tired. Ever since meeting her, she and Megan never wore makeup, and looking at her eyes, Rooka could see that same thing he felt. Exhaustion.

But that day, I go back with a wavering feeling. It has been one year since then, Now I'm 18 years old and I also get closer to Mark and get to know his ambitions along with dex. I've decided to plant a trust in them and so I trained and joined the gang while also being a member of Shallow Rail. I gain a new title that soon rose up in the media after a few missions, they call me ' The Rose Empress'. It was formed after they found a black rose along with a strong rose scent on my dead victim. It just somehow became my trademark even tho initially, I put a rose to show a tad of grieve. For me, it was a mission but for them, it's the end of their life so I want to at least pay my respect as a f

Selena groaned, snatched a lime-green shirt from the bed, and held it up against herself. Put that back," Erica ordered, pointing her finger. Unless you are applying for a role as a "Human Highlighter," wearing that color is an act of cruelty. You're heading to a corporate empire, not a neon-themed rave. Rose, exhausted from a grueling double shift at the hospital, collapsed onto the edge of the bed just as she dragged herself into the room. Despite her wrinkled scrubs and dark circles under her eyes, she managed a tired smile. Leave her alone, Sel. She is currently operating solely in her capacity as Sales Manager. Here, give this one a try. Rose gave her a soft blouse in lavender.

He could be showing Serena a different side than he was showing. “They’re beautiful. How did he know I loved black roses?” Serena gave me a deadpan look as she glanced down at my black nightgown. “You may be blonde and have blue eyes, but you dress in all-black on most days, and you always have dark eye-liners around your eyes. If you’re not dressed in black, you’re dressed in another dark color. It’s not hard to guess.” She picked up one rose from one of the many bouquets there and tucked it behind my ear.

With her hair disheveled and her face swollen, she looked less like a delicate flower and more like a vengeful specter. Damn him. Something had shifted in Elias tonight. First, he dared to question her. Now, he had left her side to run after Celeste? Rage clawed at Serena's chest, her composure cracking. No. She would not allow it. She could not lose everything she had clawed her way to possess. Pulling her phone from her gown, Serena flipped the camera on and tilted her head. Her lashes trembled, her lips quivered, and she angled the shot to catch the swollen marks across her cheeks. The perfect image of an innocent flower crushed beneath cruelty.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

So I stood there, trembling, swallowing back every word that threatened to escape. Serena tossed the rose dress aside and picked another, muttering to herself about which color would best impress Kai’s mother. She looked over her shoulder at me and smirked again. “You will wear something simple, of course. I would not want you to embarrass me with your poor little hand-me-downs.” Heat flared in my cheeks, not from shame but from anger I dared not voice. I pressed my lips together until they hurt.