Trampled Rose Novels & Stories

Freya Rose Tristan carried me into the pool house, and I spotted a bunch of red roses. Instant panic consumed me. They were the exact same flowers that the mystery guy from the school was holding. I tried my best to play dumb, because I hadn't told Tristan about the guy yet. With everything going on, I didn't want to worry him any more than he already was.

Sleep claimed me quietly and peacefully. Author’s POV Tristan’s chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, but his heart was anything but calm. Rose’s head had drifted against him, her soft hair brushing his jaw as she finally succumbed to exhaustion. He dared not move, not even to breathe too deeply, afraid the moment would shatter if he disturbed her. The faint lavender scent of her shampoo filled his lungs, and with it came a bittersweet ache that he had carried for years—the quiet, relentless truth that he had always loved her. Not as a friend, not as a sister-in-arms, but as the one person who had unknowingly claimed every corner of his heart.

The only thing she could hear was his heart thumping wildly in his chest. “Rose, what are you doing?” Alex asked confusedly. Rose looked up at him. His face, along with his ear, were red as a lobster. Seeing that what she had done seemed to arouse something inside him, the uneasiness in her heart dissipated. Rose stroked his well-defined chest with his finger and coquettishly said, “You saved me from the Murray’s. I have not officially thanked you yet.” Alex stiffened and took a step away from her. However, Rose held his waist tightly with his arms and followed him into the room. However, she tripped on something and lost her footing. As a result, they both lost their balance and fell to the

Rose was marching toward me with her face twisted in pure rage because she couldn't handle the fact that my preparations were actually going perfectly. "This is unacceptable, Violet!" Rose yelled as she shook her fist at the beautiful flower arrangements near the door. "These white roses are an insult to our pack traditions, and you're intentionally trying to ruin our reputation!" "The white roses were approved by the design team and Alex, Rose, and they match the theme perfectly," I said as I adjusted my clipboard without looking up at her wrinkled face. "The silver valley suppliers said they're the highest quality we've had in five years." "You think you're so clever just because you fixed

" I pause, taking in a shaky breath, my chest full. My eyes well with tears, but I blink them back, smiling softly at his words. They hit me right in the chest, like they always do. "And, now I need you to bring our roses to a place where the moon watches over us, where our pack gathers, where traditions live and breathe. The place where I got you back, where you opened your eyes and breathed life back into me. It’s where every journey begins... every journey ends. But tonight, it’s where ours journey will continue. So follow the stars, bring my roses, and come to me... where I am waiting for you with our Rose."

"Rose, let's talk on the way." “Oh, I'm sorry, but I'm yet to shower. Please make yourself comfortable," she said again, her voice silky smooth, each word a tiny dagger wrapped in velvet. There was another silence before Cruz responded, his voice flat and defeated. "Okay." Tristan saw a passing maid, called her over, and whispered something, his voice low and conspiratorial. The maid smiled, lowered her head, and left with a knowing glint in her eye. When he turned around, Rose asked him, her curiosity piqued, "What did you tell her?"

Isabella added. Everyone's attention was already on us and few people had their phones out recording the exchange. Ella turned to me “Leila, can we please just ignore these nitwits, they aren't worth our time”. What followed was a blur, but all I could feel was oil from the stew running down my face before hearing the sound of a palm striking a face. The pepper in the stew was stinging my eyes, and all I could think of was getting some water to wash it away.

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly. His gaze was full of her. He smiled and pointed to the flowerpot she had just placed nearby. Half teasing, he said, “Then Cecilia is a red rose. Delicate and thorny. Only I can afford to take care of you.” Cecilia turned and looked at the roses Lucas had placed in the room that morning. And tears streamed silently down her face.