Novel & Cerita The Book And The Rose

He’s looking at me. “Colette, let’s go,” I ushered her towards the exit but when I saw him smirk, I had to leave a piece of my mind. “Jackass” “Jerk” he replied. ***** As soon as we enter the apartment, Colette plops herself on the couch and soon after, I could hear her soft snores. Since I have nothing else to do, I sat on the opposite side of the couch when something very visual caught my eye. It was an image of a rose losing its petals while two thorns pierced right through its centre from opposite directions. I don’t need much imagination to know what the book was about but I still flip it open just to see what could make my landlady lose her precious sleep.

"Did you give him the book?" "What nonsense are you talking about?" Rose glared at her. Rose disappeared momentarily into another room, returning with the same book in her hand. "I still have my copy," she said. "Then how did he get the book?" "You don't have to worry about this little thing, I will take care of it," Rose assured her calmly, throwing the book on the couch as she walked over to one and plopped down.

Sliding it open, I retrieved the book and turned back to him, flipping to the page with the infamous red bird. Beck's eyes widened. "What the—" I chuckled and handed it to him. "Now do you believe me?" He turned the book in his hands, still in shock. "How did you get this?" "Rose gave it to me," I replied. His head snapped up. "Who’s Rose?" "The old woman I was talking to in the kitchen. Her name is Rose." Beck's amusement faded, replaced by something colder—something wary. "That reminds me," he muttered, a crease forming between his brows. "I find her... unsettling, and..."

Alexandria POV: When Wyatt crashed into the room, I was nervous but excited. May was just howling in my head, she was so happy. I didn't understand how or why I was going to get a second chance mate. This was unheard of. Once you rejected your mate, that was it. There wasn't supposed to be any second chances.

I bet you are too, ha ha. Anyways, I tell myself “Just one more chapter” repeatedly while turning the pages until I end up reading the whole book then go to bed late at night. Well it isn't my fault that these books have to be sooo good, you know! I could go on and on about my addictions to novels but I seriously have to get up and prepare for school now,or I'll have my mum banging on my door very soon. She's not the most patient person on mornings and my dad isn't any better.

************************ So here is the official last chapter of Flames and Roses the journey of Sheerazi family's second generation There will be no updates of this book and about 3rd generation no I am not planning anything for them. The journey of 142 chaps has came to an end now and I'm really feeling emotional i took one year to finish this book I don't know if the time I took is worth the book or not. I know my story is not perfect but this is what I wanted to present you all. Hope I did not disappointed anyone if I did I'm really sorry for that. Thank you for reading it and making till the end. For the last time can you all please give a review on the book as it has finished today?

With books, time finally wasn't so unbearable. Leaning against the bedhead and flipping through the pages, Lin Yilan read the beautiful chapters word by word. It had been a long time since she had touched such delightful books, and now, picking them up again, the attraction had an added layer.

However, before the food was served, the waiter brought over a bouquet of red roses. "This is for Ms. Stafford, sent by one Mr. Pennington in congratulations for the successful art exhibition." Heather did not take the flowers. She told the waiter to send them back. "Tell Mr. Pennington that I don't like red roses." Red roses were Anne's favorite, not hers. She only liked pink ones.

What did he mean by that? The moment stretched, heavy with tension, before Gonzalo stepped back, leaving her standing by the shelf with the book still closed in her hands. His gaze lingered on her for a moment, and she couldn’t help but feel a shift in the air—a kind of silent warning, as though he were carefully watching her every move. Later that night, as she sat on her bed, the rose petals gently scattered across the covers again. They had appeared while she wasn’t looking, as they always did. Her thoughts drifted back to the book. What did it mean? What secrets did it hold?

Curious Rose immediately opened what was written inside the book, extremely curious on what her grandmother had write inside that caused everyone to see her as insane. As she opened the book, Rose was startled by the drawing of magic circles that was practiced over the book again and again. She saw many kind of magic spells. Noticing one describing to summon animals, summoning creatures, and finally a demon. “Can’t believe that she wrote everything in such a tiny handbook,” whispered Mona who also eyed the book from over her shoulders. Mona noticed how the spells written in the book was familiar to her, except quite a lot few which was noted in scribbles appearing to be another spell which w