The Rose Sorry Novels & Stories

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.

Then, he gave me a polite smile. The view changed after that. Rose stood there, lost in her thoughts. Everything around her is dark and broken. She started to move, she moved her right foot towards the jeep, then she slowly moved another and after a step she stopped and turned her neck to her shoulder and a drop of water moved out from her beautiful black eyes and then slipped on her red cheeks.

If places were switched, she would also feel bad when someone tells her that the only life she’s ever known is not supposed to hers, to begin with. “Amara, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” Eleanor said already crouching down and extending her arm towards Amara. She didn’t even bother using her consort’s voice. She knew she would get a reprimand from Lady Vita once they reach the academe, but it wasn’t as important as making sure that Amara was alright. She would gladly face any punishment, as long as her friend could forgive her again. When her friend didn’t reach for her hand, she tried again. “Amara, I’m really sorry.”

They have messed things up and they needed to fix this up , because of his past , he had hurt his present - which was really stupid if you asked him now " I'm really sorry " " Like I give shit to your fake apology " huffed Rosalie " Its not fake " growled Aiden , alright now this woman was trying to piss him off " I really am sorry about hurting you " " Sure , sure " said Rosalie as she cocked an eyebrow Okay , she successfully pissed him off . Aiden snarled then slammed his lips upon her's , all the while keeping her hair tangled up in his hands . He thrusted his tongue inside and explored the sweet and savoury taste of her mouth .

The hall quietened, the silence hanging like a thick veil - almost as if everyone had suddenly held their breaths on wisp. The red - haired male stepped forward, reaching out for the bouquet of roses. His eyes filled with silent contemplation as he stared at the blooming,fresh roses and then at Dylan's expecting eyes. Without another thought he tossed the roses to the ground, trampling on them with his shoes tilled their petals scattered around in the dust. Gasps rippled through the halls, a clear expression of shock from the watching bystanders. "Dylan, how many times must i have to turn you away and how many times must you embarrass yourself in public like this?. You know.....", Simone pau

He stayed in the car and waited. Holding a bouquet of white roses, Daisy slowly walked through rows of gravestones until she stopped in front of the one tucked away in the farthest corner. The stone bore only Dario's name and the years of his birth and death. In the photograph, he had on a black suit. His distinct features were exactly the same as the first time Daisy had met him. She placed the white roses in front of the gravestone and stood there silently for a long time. Finally, she said softly, "When I said I wouldn't forgive you, I meant it. But I don't hate you anymore either. Rest in peace."

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

Rose has guilt in her heart that’s why apologized with a heavy heart. “It’s ok Rose, you don’t need to apologize. You have done everything out of his will, but my so-called father doesn’t deserve your sympathy.” ‘Yes, he doesn’t deserve anybody’s sympathy,’ Rose mumbles under breath. Rose squeezes Alex’s hand and he pats her hand on his hand. “Hmm, Rose, let’s not go home first. This phone call ruined my mood. Let’s have some ice cream together, how about flurry’s?” “No, it’s Red Rose Cafe. When you had everything made by me then why not ice cream?”

She smiles in sadness she is really a fool. "Once I thought that take out your clothes from the wardrobe, But he was so furious on me why I touching Your cloth. I never see him so angry" "Are you here to praise your son? If you are, please don't do this. I am here because your son blackmails me. If he has a slight care for me he never does that." Rose's words feel dry but when you hear them filled with despair. She makes lots of mistakes and hurt lots of people so she never expected that she will live a happy life. So it doesn't hurt her now. She just wants peace and for her, that peace is her child.

The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse. “C-Celine—” Adrian stammered, shoving Marielle off as though it made a difference. “How long?” My voice was a whisper, fragile and sharp all at once. “Wait, let me explain,” he begged, his hand reaching toward me. Marielle smirked faintly, her dress slipping from her shoulder. “Maybe you shouldn’t marry a man you can’t keep, sister.” The words sliced deeper than any blade. I laughed—a broken, bitter sound. “Explain? No. You already have.” My trembling fingers tugged off the engagement ring. The diamond that once blinded me now mocked me