The Rose Sorry Novels & Stories

“Why would I want to speak with a pathetic, cheating coward who couldn’t even keep his dick in his pants on our wedding day?” The words hit me like a slap. My chest tightened painfully. Anger and hurt twisted together inside me, making my jaw clench so hard it ached. But I forced myself to stay calm. I couldn’t lose her again. “Freya… please,” I said, lowering my voice, trying to sound gentle. “Just hear me out. I know I fucked up. I know I hurt you. But I’m sorry. I bought these for you.” I held the roses out again, my hand shaking slightly. “They’re your favorite. Red roses. Remember?”

"It is OK." Meny is uneasy and always felt sorry: "It matters, can I do something to make up for your?" Rose smiled, and her voice passed from the phone. It was inexplicably gentle and sweet "I really don't need it. You will play well tomorrow and look forward to your performance."

Rose smiled, even though her tears were still dripping. "Cher ... I know, you heard. Happy there, friends, sorry if I'm mean sometimes. I'm sorry, all the bad words I used to say. You must be pretty now, right?" shouted Rose while looking up at the sky, the rain is getting wetter on her body, but there is a sense of pleasure and satisfaction in itself. She is free to cry and even scream without fear of other people thinking he is crazy.

She flipped the page. "I am sorry." She mumbled nervously playing with the dusting cloth. "Vase is not broken so I guess it's not needed." Rose replied, flipped another page. "No, I am sorry for the other day. For spilling juice on you." She said nervously and her heart skipped a bit when Rose finally looked up at her. "Took you three working days?" Rose raised her eyebrows amused. "You are fast!" She looked embarrassed. "Sorry!" "It's okay!"

“After rubbing it up with that failure to eliminate me and take over, after antagonizing me for being better than you, not only did you lose the position and the respect of every person in this building and your sugar daddy’s influence, you are on the ground, wet with your own piss and tears and looking up to me once again a loser. Doesn’t that give you a special kind of feeling, Stella?’ I said with a short chuckle garnered by the worst sadistic grin. She looked at me straight in the eye while I talked, but the light in her eyes weren’t evident. She had lost all form of hope, all I could see in her eyes were nothing, but not yet, I couldn’t stop just yet. Before I knew what was happening, t

Rose didn't like the silence so she pushed the button to turn on he car radio but as soon as she truned it on,Roman turned it off angrily and gave a growl. Rose hated the tension between both of them so she just placed her head on the window of her side and shit her eyes. She heard her subconscious tell her to apologise to him him but another part of her disagreed with the notion. She knew it was all her fault and but it was hard for her to say the word sorry and the voice in her head telling her not to apologise made things worse. Although she didn't want to, she didn't know when she blurted it out. "I'm sorry." It came out in a whisper just enough for his ears to catch on as he made a righ

The corridor was silent. Rose leaned against the cold wall outside her room, arms wrapped around herself as she struggled to steady her breathing. The encounter with Gwen and Marcello replayed in her mind like a broken record. Especially Chloe's face. The confusion. The disappointment. The hurt. Rose squeezed her eyes shut. "I am sorry, Chloe." The words escaped her lips as a whisper. If only she had known. If only she had seen through Gwen's tricks sooner. Things would never have gotten this far.

"I am not a toy that you can break as you wish and then repair it as you want." Arvan looked at her in the mirror. "I am sorry, Rose." Rose's eyes widened. "I am sorry for what I did. I should not reject you. I should have given us some time. I don't know why I did that. But now I am feeling regret." Rose turned to him and frowned at him. "Do you think my life is a game??" Arvan shook his head. "No, Ros-" "Stop and listen to me." Rose said.

[Kaden] As I walk back to the car Coby pulled his car out the narrow road, I opened the back door. My heart stopped as I didn't see Rose anywhere. "Rose!" I yelled slamming the door close. My eyes move back to the two guys over the ground and I moved around in search of her, The relief that washed over my heart when I saw her back towards me. I walked near her. "Rose?" I touched her hand. "I am sorry you had to see that" She bites her lip.

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.