Novel & Cerita The Reclaimed Rose

The glowing emerald light shifted into a spectrum of colors the Gutter had never seen: deep violets, vibrant oranges, and a green so pure it looked like liquid sunlight. ​"Look!" Kael shouted, pointing toward the edge of the district. ​From the ruins of an old Directorate concrete-block, a flower was growing. It wasn't a crystalline Ash-Born bloom. It was a Rose. A simple, red, fragile rose that didn't need a frequency to survive. It just needed the earth. ​The Great Awakening

“I do. But unless you pay back every credit card you used instead of making me pay for it, you're going to take that position.” Reneé pouted, “Come on, I don't wanna be an assistant.” “Fine, then I'll tell father you maxed out one of his debit cards.” Cale stated to her. Reneé was quiet and didn't respond. He then smirked, “And I’ll also tell him that you asked me to pay it all—” “Fine! I'll accept it! Are you happy now?!” Cale simply chuckled. “Dumbass.” Back on Damian and Giselle's old house. Isla was lying right beside Damian while they're both naked, and the only thing that covers their bodies is the blanket.

I pushed forward and instinctively raised my hand to touch him. “Don't,” he yelled just before I could make contact, and he moved back as if the thought of me touching him was repulsive, “don't put your hands on me, Beauregard. And if you think we were really fated mates, then this is a rejection. I, Levi Hawthorne, hereby reject Brooks Beauregard as my mate.” He winced as he said those words, no doubt feeling the pain of a mate bond that was about to be severed. I searched his eyes for hints that this was a joke, even though it was a cruel one, but there was nothing but numbness.

Violet bit down on her lower lip so hard that it nearly broke the skin, but she still tried to hold her ground. "It's just a cheap ornament," she said stiffly. "I already looked it up. The online price is about five bucks. I'll give you ten. That's more than enough." I let out a quiet laugh. "Are you sure you searched for the right thing?" I said. "Try this. Look up the news. 'Neel Corporation's Chairman Wins Bidding War for Rare Antique, Gives It to Daughter.'" Someone in the crowd gasped. "It's real! It's the same piece I found online earlier. It's worth three million dollars!"

In that case, I had to teach them a lesson. Since I held the copyrights to 'The Blossom Flower', I started casting across the Internet. I replaced the original director with Ian Chapman, a well-known director. This caught everyone's attention, and Ian's involvement made the huge IP even more popular. Even though some people had called me an 'evil capitalist', when such a big opportunity came, they still wanted to be part of it. My team might not be the best, but the IP alone made people jealous. Moreover, Elise had given me the copyrights to three major novels—top-ranked and perennial chart-toppers in order to help me vent my frustration.

Rose replied softly, “this will be our first public appearance together as father and daughter. I want to look beautiful and breathtaking. I don’t want something from an ordinary boutique.” William sighed, rubbing his temple. A headache was already forming. “Rose, you’re already beautiful. What exactly are you saying? If not a boutique, then what do you want?” Rose smiled, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted him. “I want a dress from Claire Renate’s Midnight Silk collection, the one released two days ago.” William frowned. “Just a dress?” “No, Father,” Rose corrected gently. “The entire collection.” “What?!” William nearly shouted. “Are you out of your mind? Why would you need an en

“We need to leave now before something… happens to this dress. Which, by the way, you’re not allowed to wear for anyone but me.” He brushed a kiss on my nose and I melted. I reluctantly let go as he handed me the bouquet. “Rare wild roses,” he said, flashing that toothy grin that always did me in, “for the most rare female in the world.” And just like that, I knew this night was going to be unforgettable. "Percival… they’re beautiful," I breathed, inhaling the rich, wild scent of the roses he’d clearly hunted down and picked himself. "Come on, we’re going to be late." He took my hand, leading me out of the room and down the stairs, his gaze drifting to me every few seconds—admiring the way I

Through the door she called out, "Alpha has told the pack and explained everything to them they are still wanting you to join and are accepting of everything." Sighing with relief I went to put the wedges she picked out for me on, they were tan with white straps. I took a double look at Ruby seeing how amazing she looked in her green sun dress. It was similar to mine but hers ended just above her knees and her neck line was rounded. It made her red hair and green eyes stand out even more. We were both looking like goddesses as we walked out my door and headed to the ceremony. Everyone was there in the center crowded around the fire pit, when they noticed Ruby and I everyone went quiet and yo

Fortune smiled "thank you Dad, I love you so much" "ok darling, I will hung up now". the call got disconnected and fortune looked at Zack who was staring at her. "what's wrong? do I have something on my face?" fortune asked. Zack smiled without shifting his gaze "when you are staring at a rose flower, you can't look elsewhere, you will stay put and continue to admire it until you have the urge to pluck it"fortune chuckled, "what makes you say that?". Zack smiled "nothing, I'm just expressing myself, you are as beautiful and delicate as a rose". fortune smiled shyly and dropped her head.

The latter responded to her smile with a wider ones, “It’s quite simpler than it looked. You only need to pour water late at night. It doesn’t need to be a lot. Contrary to other flowers, these carnage only need flower that is poured when the sky is dark.” “I see,” hummed Rose looking at the flower. Noticing the flower pot, she stared at the carving around it. The ceramic pot stood out more to Rose as though the main sight was not the gentle carnage flower but the pot. “They are a very strong flower, I am certain you can take care of it,” Iris whispered, smiling as she stared down at the white flowers darkly. Meanwhile inside the mansion, Dominic was shown by his grandparents the portrait of