The Book And The Rose Novels & Stories

The red rose, which had once been the center of everyone's attention, was no longer here. Lorcan had to get her back. He stayed up all night devising a plan. This was no longer a matter of timing, he decided. If he moved any later, he could lose his wife altogether. The next day, Lorcan had his secretary email Tessa's company with an offer to collaborate. Following that, he poured his heart into planning a high school class reunion.

The waterfall roared louder than usual, but a rancid smell overpowered the usual scent of roses. Rogues were waiting for her, not Xavier. One of them was the unkempt man from the market. Rose readied herself, then she felt him. Xavier, running flat out, drawn by the bond. He burst into the clearing, eyes blazing. “Rose, run!” “No, we fight together.” Then the wild roses moved like a living thing. They had always grown thick here, but tonight they came alive. Vines wrapped her ankles, thorns gentle against her skin, petals brushing her face.

The fish was taking a toll on her and I knew I needed to rest soon so she can also recover. I finally went to the bed with the book I picked up titled Rose and thorns. I began reading the book and was enjoying every bits of it till I fell asleep. I didn’t even know when the morning crept in but I was woken up by the sound of someone trying to enter the room. I rumbled on the bed as I struggled to stand up and check what was happening but I haven’t even stood up when I saw an unfamiliar figure in the room. “You are really back” he blurt with a scoff that expressed bitterness.

he said. "Thank you, this is our haven from the hands of the enemy," I replied. "You're right. So, I'll let you know if there's a message from Claire," he said and left me. When Heath was gone, I opened my suitcase and took the only book I brought with me. The Name of a Rose, written by the Italian author Umberto Eco. I haven't even finished from the prime. I couldn't face reading it because of too many works in Paris. I turned to the page where I placed the bookmark.

The curtains still swayed slightly from the open window, letting in the faint chill of dawn. I crossed the room slowly, each step heavier than the last. My instincts were screaming at me to leave it alone. To walk away. But my hand didn’t listen. The parchment was cold when I picked it up unnaturally cold, as though it had been sitting in snow moments ago. Three words. Written in ink so dark it looked like it had been bled onto the page: She will rise. I read them once. Twice. Again.

he repeated. She didn't realize she had unconsciously picked the book again, in the heat of the argument. She laid it atop the desk, careful not to expose the open page. Names glared in her periphery. Montoya still screaming in ink. Alejandro slammed the cover shut. “Leave,” he ordered. Inés hesitated. One second too long. The study door burst inward. Alonso strode in, curls rebel-wild, grin gone. “What is going on?” His gaze ping-ponged; gun, brother, maid.

I lifted one end of the bed and slide out the red journal. I switched off the lights, draw the curtains and laid on the bed. I opened the book’s middle and start reading. The yellow lamps on each table shelf being my light source. ‘”Please, I don’t want to do this. My mom has warned me against guys like you.” She pants as she wriggles her hands, trying to loosen the rope. “Really? What are the things she warned you against us about?” Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast.

With tears in her eyes, her form dissolved gently, like smoke into the wind. --- Back in the waking world, Rosalie’s body jerked slightly inside the salt circle. Her eyes fluttered open, and she held her cheeks. She was back. In front of her, the book lay in the middle of the circle. She reached forward and picked it up. It was empty. Every page blank. She turned them slowly, one by one. Elerein was gone.

"If books are so important, then include me. Read to me now." Rosa looked down at the book in her hands. "You won't like it. It's about magic and fantasy worlds." "Try me." Rosa opened the book to the first page. Her voice was shaky at first, but as she read, she began to relax. Pierce listened, really listened, to the story she was telling. "The main character is brave," Pierce said when Rosa paused. "Like you." Rosa looked at him in surprise. "Nicolas said the same thing."