Una Rosa Para Otra Rosa Novels & Stories

I nodded my head again feeling a twinge of pity in my heart, she sounded kind of frustrated and seemed to really need the scholarship, it's a good thing that there are ten available slots for applicants though, because I still wanted to win badly. She was still staring at me, obviously expecting me to say something “Sorry about that” I eventually opted for “I hope we both get two of those slots” and as an afterthought added “I'm Leila Adams” She laughed quietly “Yeah, I hope so too” “I like you” she added “You're quiet straightforward, you say what's on your mind the way you think it, it's nice”

“Only good little humans get to cum, Rose.” I wiped my mouth furiously and glared at him as he admired my flushed body. “I don’t want you to make me cum. I don’t want you touching me ever again!” “Careful what you wish for,” he smirked. “Now get dressed. I have the perfect task for you today.” ೋღ🌹ღೋ

"Didn't I already tell you, that you two can't love each other, why are you still thinking about him?" "Can you forget Pfauen?" She really wanted to know what kind of person Pfauen was that stole Rosa Roja's beautiful smile, but Rosa Roja never told her, so she had to restrain her curiosity. At the mention of this name, Rosa Roja suddenly became indignant: "Didn't I tell you not to mention that bastard, you want to piss me off, don't you?" "If you don't mention it, can you forget?" Rosa Roja looked out at the pouring rain, her eyes, like the scenery outside, were all covered with a misty layer of water vapor.

It's up to what happens tomorrow and I'll forget about my responsibilities outside this house. I will be Sofia first, the real Sofia who loves for Robin. Sofia who is fragile and crazy about the man she tried to stay away from and forget. "I love you." He whispered as he was on top of me and parting my hair. "I love you too, Robin." He kissed my lips at the same time, down my neck. Both of us were getting hot and sweaty as we changed positions on the bed. --------------- (Ara's Pov) "O Ara, you have something to deliver again. Here's the address, hurry up because the VIP ordered it."

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

Lisa wasn't worth it and Rosa wasn't going to let Lisa inside her head. "I make him feel things that you can only dream of," she said. "Men don't just want me for my body, you know. I let him do dark things to me and he enjoys it. You can't make him happy, Rosa. You are far too vanilla and plain. You couldn't take the types of dark fantasies that Axel has. I can." She turned and showed rosa a long white scar that ran down the length of her back. It marred the perfect golden tan she had and rosa mouth dropped open in surprise.

A hefty tip. The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she took it and uttered a low thanks before going back to do her job. "Yes," I murmured, still getting used to being associated with a name I knew almost nothing about except for the power and protection that came with it. "Nikolai," he held out a hand. "It is nice to meet you, Black Rose." I took his hand, not wanting to be rude. His palms were soft, dry, and the warmth of it caught me off guard. He held me longer than necessary before letting go.

Rosa sits beside her, weaving a braid into her dark hair, her lips moving softly with a story I know I once heard in my own childhood. “And the brave knight,” Rosa says, her voice low and melodic, “fought not for glory, but for the heart he cherished. For love.” Sofia giggles. “Like Daddy?” Rosa’s gaze flickers, just for a breath, toward me standing in the hall. Then she smiles, soft and practiced. “Yes, cuore mio. Like your Daddy.” Something twists inside me. The warmth should comfort me. Instead, it burns. Matteo appears behind me, silent as ever, one hand brushing my lower back in quiet greeting. His eyes fix immediately on Rosa, hard and unyielding.

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"