The Story Of Rose Novel の小説・ストーリー

However, before the food was served, the waiter brought over a bouquet of red roses. "This is for Ms. Stafford, sent by one Mr. Pennington in congratulations for the successful art exhibition." Heather did not take the flowers. She told the waiter to send them back. "Tell Mr. Pennington that I don't like red roses." Red roses were Anne's favorite, not hers. She only liked pink ones.

He stopped. "We'll just wait for her till she gets out and drop her home for now." He nodded. "Kaden, I need to talk to you. About certain someone I once worked for. I need your help in it" I look at him and nod. "We have to take care of this situation first" I said walking inside. "Who are we dealing with?" I asked, my eyes staring at Rose as she danced over the floor. My hands clenching in fist everytime she took something off her body. She never went nude. But her in a bikini was enough to send me off.

" Grief forced tears from her parents feeble eyes as they wanted to know more about this Prince. They started raining curses on him wherever he was and wishing the same fate for every woman that came from him. Rose's parents took the story of her death to the media and it spread like wildfire. It was the top of every headline. There was hardly anyone who would say he/she wasn't aware of her story.

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.

Maybe if I tried a few at a time, I could do more good for myself. I'd read them in order of their publication. Superfluous dealt with most of her childhood and St. Rose was more about good and cruel people in the world. I couldn't believe that she'd endured so much and could still find the courage and confidence to face her fears and find love. From what I've seen, she's in love, and it was perfectly depicted in the relationship she has with her husband. St. Rose was so amazingly put together that I cried. She explained how good, innocent people are always being hurt by those who are cruel.

Elena replied while waving her hand casually. “Thank you. You never failed to make me feel good! Stop it or I will fall for you!” Rose replied with fake shy smile and started with her own story. “After almost hundred years from the last story. I entered in their life. As you can tell by my accent, I am British. I was born in a noble family. At that time, I was called Lady Rosabella Harris. I always wanted to become a warrior and take parts in wars” Rose introduced her unique character and Elena couldn’t help but respect this girl even more.

Because she loves him so much, that she is willing to live alone while raising her daughter for the rest of her life. "Serra, a publishing company is ready to publish your book" Rose rushed into the kitchen to share the good news to Serra. After leaving Kyle, Serra decided to pen down a romance novel based on her own love life. But instead of the tragic ending, she gave it a happy ending, hoping that she would get her wish fulfilled in her next life. Finding a publisher who is ready to publish her book was hard. Finally she found a small publishing company to publish her book. "Is it?" Serra gasped, feeling happy.

John : " Rose....Look at me.. brat why do you keep looking into the book? " Rose while looking at her book says :"What's the matter? " John snatched the book from her hand and said : "Who do you like more.. me or this book? " Rose:"...." John:" Rose, don't you dare escape today.. tell me who is prettier.. and who do you like more "? Rose:" Book "!....saying this Rose snatched the book from his hand and began reading without even bothering with him.

A guard popped up behind him, his shadow caught by the light. "Have this stored farther than the rest, prepare the caravan", he paused. "My bride is finally coming home!!" ********************* Dylan walked through a rose garden, the moonlight casting a soft glow on the red, watered petals. He paused, eyes shut, quietly listening to the flowing breeze as it kissed past him. Finally, he was free from that horribly, suffocating party. Another minute in there and he'd probably have dropped dead from the strong stench of perfume.

It has been a while since my last post. I wasn't sure if I wanted to end this novel now and continue the story in the next novel or just continue.After much thought I have decided to continue to the next parts of this story. Lady Rosalina will enter a new world, the question is; will it be all that she feared or will she find a new home to love like she found in Mercia? WARNING: the story gets dark and violent. Thank you for your patients. More chapters are coming and the story will continue. Thank you for ready and please come back for more.