Serena Roses Novels & Stories

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

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."

I closed my eyes in deep anticipation. "Well, this is a very interesting training technique." A loud, mocking female voice interrupted the quiet silence. North stopped moving instantly. He pulled his head back quickly and looked over his broad shoulder. I turned my head to the side and looked toward the edge of the dirt ring. Serena stood there on the green grass. She had her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She wore a fitted red training top and short black pants. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. She looked directly at us with a very clear expression of pure disgust on her face.

And Paul watches me with guilt. “How did you get away, Rose?” Paul uses a softer tone this time, trying to gently coax me to keep speaking. Ivan’s soothing rubs on my back help me calm down. Another second and I’m able to speak again. “I fought my body. It sounds crazy but that’s exactly what I did. My body wanted to obey his command so I had to force it to listen to me instead. My attacker was surprised by this and when I told him to leave me alone, he listened.”

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.