The Rose Sorry Novels & Stories

A gentle hand petted through brown locks, and those warm eyes landed on her again, "What is your favorite flower, miss. Croix?" "I like…" She bit his lip, trying to think, but only one answer came to mind, "roses." An amused chuckle hit her ears, "Red ones?" "…No." A simple denial. "Then what is your favorite?" "I don't have one." The laugh sounded again, and Alina felt her cheeks grow hot.

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If it was some other time than we would have cooed at her kindness but not now. "C-can you take me to the washroom?" Rose asked them. Vladimir nodded his head. He lifted her in his arms. Her dress was having a red spot which they noticed. They understood it was because of her bleeding. Rose looked at the bedsheet which had Red spot on it. She felt embarrassed. "I a-am sorry. I ruined the bedsheet." She apologized feeling guilty. "Don't be silly love. The bedsheet does not matters to us. Fuck! You can ruin every single bedsheet we have and we don't even complain." Zachariah told her.

"I didn't quite hear that." Rose's entire body went rigid, the scent of humiliation flooding the room. Her jaw clenched so tightly I thought she might crack a tooth, and Cynthia's fingers dug deeper into her neck. A tiny whimper escaped Rose before she swallowed it. Then her anger finally broke. "I'm sorry!" The apology tore from her throat, louder this time, raw and painful. The moment the words left her mouth, she squeezed her eyes shut. I watched quietly. There was no remorse in her voice.

Charles cleared his throat. “I’m sorry for the other day. I shouldn’t have tutored him without your permission. I meant no harm. I really am sorry.” Rose studied him, his tone, the sincerity behind the apology. Finally, she exhaled. “Okay. I’ve forgiven you. I prefer to walk though. Thank you for the ride.” “Come on, the sun is hot. I’m also going to his school.” “No,” Rose said firmly. “I’m not one of those girls you pick up by the roadside.”

Jade replied shamelessly, "Oh, come now, they've known each other since they were kids. We're together! I'll let Allen take Rosie's name if that's fine with you." She then signaled for Allen to come over, but Allen did not budge. My mother smiled and said, "I've told you: it's better for our families to not have any further dealings. Stop all your bullcrap and get straight to the point." Jade's expression turned awkward as she said, "Actually, I came to apologize. Please have mercy on us. The Walters can't take this anymore!" "Why not? But Allen must admit that he was engaged with Rosie, and Lydia has been the third wheeler all along."

It just comes out as sounds. Rosie stands up. Sitting down in my lap, she wraps her arms around me and nestles her head in my neck. “I know I am not to blame, and I know that my words cannot really do much to heal you, but I want to let you know, Gideon, that I am so sorry for the pain they have caused you and continue to cause you. I’m sorry that when you see me, you now just see a reminder of them. I’m so sorry that we never got the chance to really be together before my mother changed your opinion of me.”

Her shoulders drooped as the weight of her words sunk in. Amaris, who had been bubbling with enthusiasm moments before, now quieted, her excitement dimmed by Rosalind's melancholy. "I... I'm sorry, Rosalind," she said gently. "But don't you think it's wrong for you to be slaving away for something that wasn't even your fault to begin with?"

"Mum, I'm sorry." "Where have you been spending the night?" "My friend." Tears were streaming down Rose's face. "If you know I was the one who birthed you, spend a night out of this house one more time, ungrateful little twat." "I'm sorry mom." "Have you registered for the GCE exam seeing how you banged the rest woefully?" "No, I haven't." "Rose, if they birthed you right, don't be registered by tomorrow morning." "Yes ma."

“It’s pathetic.” But Duke didn’t answer. His gaze stayed on the door long after Rose was gone, as if hoping it might open again and undo what he’d just let die. Back in her room, Rose lay curled on the narrow bed. The urn rested in her arms like something living, fragile. Her fingers traced the engraved letters, Eli Zhou, over and over again. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry, my baby. I wasn’t strong enough. I didn’t protect you.”