The Rose Sorry Novels & Stories

He raised his head to look at her, like he was surprised to see her there. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She’d asked as she tried to pry open his fist. He’d let her, opened it up easily and let her take the rose from his now bloody palm, the flower fell to the floor. “Shit!” She exclaimed as pulled up the hem of her oversized t-shirt and proceeded to clean the blood from his palm. “Are you insane?” she whipped her head up to look at him “Why would you hold a rose that way, didn’t you ever learn that you have to avoid the thorns?”

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

He asked nonchalantly. “I... I am sorry, Dad. I….” Rose was stuttering and Leo cut her off. “You don’t need to be sorry, dear. I want to understand your reasons.” Leo said softly, and tears filled in her eyes. “I am sorry, dad. I misunderstood Rony’s feelings for Vera. A few of his acts toward her put doubt in my mind. I know I wronged him and Luke made me understand Rony cares for Vera, but he loves me. I have hurt Rony a lot but I will sort out things.” Rose said, but Leo’s mind froze at the mention of Luke.

REJECTED Rose's parents gave him deaf ears because the more he apologized, the angrier they got. It was hard for them to behold his presence as it made them imagine his guts for still apologizing after causing the demise of their daughter. Rose's father, Mr. Gabriel almost strangled him to death but was held back by his wife.

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.

she sobbed, pushing away and she tried to run. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I made a mistake. Don’t be angry.” he whispered against her ear desperately. “I said leave me.” Rosa cried out, her voice cracking as a sob tore through her chest. She struggled harder but his strength overpowered her trembling frame. Killian stood frozen, guilt flooding his veins. He didn’t know how to console her now, didn’t know how to fix what he broke. Rosa tried to run again but his arms wouldn’t let her go. She let out a frustrated cry, her emotions crashing down all at once. She was hurt, disappointment, scared... everything tangled into the tears streaking down her cheeks.

"Mom! Mom! I’m so sorry!" Rose cried as she ran into her mother’s arms, holding her tightly. "I’m sorry I left the hotel without telling you. Please don’t be mad at me. Please don’t punish me!" Alena knelt down, her arms wrapping around her daughter protectively. "Shh, my love. It’s okay. I’m not upset," she said softly. "It’s Mama’s fault. I should’ve listened to your wishes earlier. I’m so sorry, Rose."

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

Something that wasn’t another apology. Rose’s hospital room was quiet when Monique slipped in. Rose was propped up against the pillows, hair tied back, her skin still pale but her eyes sharp, alive. The moment those eyes met Monique’s, the silence turned to ice. “What are you doing here?” Rose’s voice was flat, no trace of warmth. Monique swallowed. “I just… I needed to see you. To say I’m sorry.” She set the flowers on the nightstand, her hands trembling. “I never wanted you hurt. I never wanted this—”

“Only good little humans get to cum, Rose.” I wiped my mouth furiously and glared at him as he admired my flushed body. “I don’t want you to make me cum. I don’t want you touching me ever again!” “Careful what you wish for,” he smirked. “Now get dressed. I have the perfect task for you today.” ೋღ🌹ღೋ