Spike Rosered Novels & Stories

My name is Alexandria Rivers. I am 17 years old. I am the daughter of Joyce & Edward Rivers, Beta's to Alpha Brian Jackson of the Green Wood pack. My brother, Tyler Rivers, is best friends with the future Alpha Mason Jackson, and also next in line to become Beta. Alpha Brian and Luna Samantha have always been very kind to me. Mason and I began dating in middle school, and Luna Samantha has been teaching me how to be a Luna, in case Mason and I are mates. I finally get to shift and find my mate in 1 week. I'm really hoping Mason is my mate. My mother says that with the mate bond, you can feel what she described as "Sparks" when you touch your mate. Mason and I have both noticed a tingling sen

"Because you saw too much. And because I’ve seen you. Truly seen you. Since the first moment you walked into this house, all fire and fury hidden beneath a maid’s uniform. I knew I’d have to choose between my mission and..." He touched her cheek, his fingers rough and warm. "...and you." Inés’ breath hitched. The fire roared outside the door, but the only heat she felt now was his proximity. His lips hovered near hers, hesitation tightening his jaw. "Kiss me," she breathed, shocking even herself. His mouth crushed against hers, wild and desperate, like a man starved for oxygen. She dropped the poker, fingers clutching at his shirt. Their bodies collided, and Esteban lifted her effortlessly,

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park. All the flowers were Jeffrey's favorites. Of all the flowers, there were no roses, which he chanted about as his favorite day and night. It was only at that moment that I realized that he loved roses but was unwilling to give them a place in his home. Jeffrey's exclusive ringing sounded, and the phone screen lit up. "I just got out of the hospital. Now I'm going to pick you up at the manor. "The rose bracelet is ready. You can bring it on later.

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..."

He left the store with a large bouquet of red Rose's. It was twenty dollars but he believed that it was worth the money and the trouble. He picked them put carefully and made sure that none of them had begun to wilt. He let the florist put a large red bow on them and he left the store with his briefcase in one hand a large bouquet in the other. Seven made his way home, the breeze nipped at his ears and It was a little chilli but, he could handle the temperature. He hurried home and opened the door with his key.

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

A red rose which shines and clearly emerges into the room because the whole room is black. And everywhere in the room there are black roses and that's why this red rose looks more beautiful. I held my body and, with the force of my right arm, I sat on the floor, then I stood up and walked towards this red rose. It is so beautiful and attractive. I have never seen such a beautiful rose, a red rose with so many petals, about twenty, before. I sat beside it and saw that rose which is so attractive and isn't an ordinary rose. On seeing this rose, I just thought about my past.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

Each place setting is meticulously arranged, with fine porcelain plates and glistening silverware, shimmering under the soft glow of the candlelight. As the candle flames flicker, casting a warm and intimate glow, a centerpiece of vibrant red roses takes center stage. The roses are carefully arranged, their petals unfurling gracefully, radiating a passionate allure. They are nestled in a crystal vase, their fragrance filling the air and weaving a tapestry of romance that envelops the room.