Novel & Cerita The Story Of Rose Novel

“I know but there are some lies that are necessary, especially when you promise someone else to maintain them.” “What lies?” This time Paul heard the anger in my voice. “Rose, the man that attacked you, what do you remember about him?” Paul pressed like this had everything to do with what he wanted to tell me. The memory was blurry as I tried to put the pieces together. “I don’t know… he was fast, really fucking fast. And his teeth— No, I was so frightened I imagined most of it.” “Rose,” Ivan touched my hand and my eyes flew open. I hadn’t even realised I’d closed them so tightly. “Just tell us even if it sounds crazy.”

The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.

"If books are so important, then include me. Read to me now." Rosa looked down at the book in her hands. "You won't like it. It's about magic and fantasy worlds." "Try me." Rosa opened the book to the first page. Her voice was shaky at first, but as she read, she began to relax. Pierce listened, really listened, to the story she was telling. "The main character is brave," Pierce said when Rosa paused. "Like you." Rosa looked at him in surprise. "Nicolas said the same thing."

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

“So I should thank the woman who destroyed my family? Who seduced my husband and stole my daughter away from me?” I stood there, tears blurring my vision as Lucas smiled for the cameras, cutting the cake with her, snapping photos with her, celebrating with her while I stood in the shadows like a ghost. I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned to leave, ready to find peace, anywhere but not here. I was leaving the party when I heard. “Rose! Rose!” Someone called. I stopped. I looked back and I frowned when I saw Catherine. What does she want? Hasn't she done enough?

Rosalie dragged her exhausted body back to her room and fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow. In the latter half of the night, she dreamed about the novel. Theodore became the male lead who divorced her for the sake of Cynthia, which resembled the novel’s storyline. The male lead in the novel divorced the female lead because of another woman, too. The dream felt very heavy and sorrowful. - A few days later, Rosalie finally managed to finish reading the entire novel. She then left a comment, seeking to reach out to the author. She didn’t expect to receive the author’s response.

She wonders if they could see past her external appearance and into the depths of her pain, would they feel empathy for her? Taking a deep breath, Rose reaches for a tissue, only to realize that there are none available. She recalls that she might find some tissues in the boys' restroom and rushes there, relieved to find it empty. In her haste to grab a few tissues, she accidentally bumps into a guy, causing his books to scatter across the floor. Apologizing quickly, Rose meets his gaze, surprised by his presence. It becomes apparent to her that he comes from a wealthy background, evident from his attire. He continues to look in her direction without saying a word, a hint of a smile touching

Crescent shrugged, "Everyone eventually ends up falling in love with Jericho. I mean, have you seen the guy? And he's really sensitive, too. Not many guys are." Rose smiled at that. She had to admit that Crescent was right. But she didn't think she would be right about her falling in love with Jericho eventually. Rose didn’t think she’d be capable of such a thing. Her chest was hollow in the place where her heart was supposed to be. She's known it for the longest time. It was what kept her alive all these years. And the only thing that could fill it was Joanna's blood on her hands. ***

Everlasting Love CHAPTER 1 Rose was a very pretty girl, she was born in a very poor family and her mother was a bean cake (Akara) seller while her father was a bicycle repairer. They lived in Lagos in a one-room apartment, in a very big compound, she was the only child of her a parent who doted on her, they took good care of her and always made sure they provided her needs even though they were poor they made sure she was comfortable. Rose grew up to be a very beautiful young girl, many guys admired her because of her beauty, apart from the fact that she was beautiful she was also very intelligent, she took the first position throughout her primary school education, her parent was so proud

Nixon just gazed through Victoria without even a tiny regret in his eyes and then left. I threw the book after reading the last chapter out of frustration. Argh! I heard that this story ‘Roses & Thorns’ was good, so I read it, but I’m not convinced. What’s good with the main leads having happily ever after, while the antagonist died? I can’t accept what happened to the antagonist. She doesn’t deserve it. Ugh! It boils my blood.