Tender Roses Novels & Stories

Rose is here to relax and think about the way so she can execute her plan not to enjoy or party like other people, nor to dissolve any sorrow in the drink like many sitting alone and got heavily drunk looking broken from the face. Rose’s attitude was like an insult to him but he endures this for the hot chick in front of him, he wants her today by hook or by crook, he decided, first, let’s start with gentleness but if it will not go well, then he has to show his true color. “Hey, beautiful, don’t be so rude, you are so gorgeous that’s why I approach you, otherwise, there are many other girls in this club who are ready to be my companion.”

He has every right to be angry then I see him looking at my bump. He comes towards me slowly as if tiger is taunting it's hunt that there is no escape from him. He holds my gaze as he traps me between door and his magnificent form. The form which I missed alot at nights. The warmth that form used to gave me at cold night that I missed. "Sometimes instead of beautiful rose, you become a thorn at my side. But I rather feel the pain of it because it is another side of your love too." Rudra says as she looks at me with mixed emotion. Anger, hurt, guilt and most of all love.

“Is this yours?" The immediate answer came out her mouth when she saw it, "No, why—" She froze, and Chris looked at her, the concern brewing in his eyes. But she couldn’t help but to stare at the gift, knowing exactly what it was. A Resin Rose, wrapped with thorns of grief; exactly like the picture. The moon so delicate, handmade and one of a kind. "Claec…" Her hand cupped the gift, pulling it away from him. Chris stared at her in confusion, his hands feeling empty, "who's that?"

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

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.

He wondered. Some moments later, the large gate opened for them to go in. A long tiled road came into view. It was such a beautiful setting. At each side of the road, beautiful flowers and tress were planted. They were still in Saint Hok but Dante felt like he entered another world entirely. They passed through a vineyard and an orchard. The apples on the apple fruits looked too good to eat.

Leaning down, he offered his hand to bring her up. Rose looked at the offered hand longingly, debating if she should follow the rules or just have fun… as the boy started to wiggle his fingers she grasped his hand and jumped up onto the side of the fence panel. The ladies were all so engrossed in ogling the soldiers and their muscles that no one noticed her for once and she could at last have some real fun! Giving the boy her attention, Rose introduced herself; “thank you for helping me get a better view young sir, I do love watching! My name is Rose Duncaster, heiress to this manor.”

Just once she wanted to be loved by someone without her pleading them to , she too wanted to experience the sweet feeling of being loved and pampered away from the eyes of contempt and disgust at being born as a freak , was it too much to ask ? Sounds of footsteps came and Rosalie hurriedly wiped her tears away , her ears perking at the sound of someone turning the doorknob , she waited for the familiar scent of her mate to release her out of her insecurities and struggles but contrary to it - a highly posh and charming scent of chance eau tendre wafted over to her followed by a woman in jimmy Choo Love hundred glittered tulle and canvas pumps with denim jeans and white shirt . Her blonde ha

The aroma of the roses permeated the whole place—it was obvious that the roses were of a precious variety. “Looks like we have something fun to watch tonight!”

Diego exited quickly before I could ask more questions. I inhale deeply, trying to calm my rapid heartbeat. I am here already. It's too late to back out. May as well see his boss. I smile as I wait, surrounded by blooming roses. Their delightful scent fills the air. I lean closer to one red rose and inhale its aroma. "Hmm, your scent is beautiful," I whispered. It's a blood rose—soft, dark petals inviting a touch, though the thorns are vicious. I was about to touch it when I heard someone clear his throat.