Una Rosa Para Otra Rosa Novels & Stories

“Why would you even want me? I am not as beautiful as Laura. She is perfect. I am no match for her.” Before she could even take her next breath, Luciano closed the distance between them. He wrapped his arm like a steel band around her waist from behind, pulling her spine flush against his bare chest. He rested his heavy head on her shoulder, his lips pressing a dark, branding kiss against her skin. “I want you, Rosie,” he whispered against her neck. “But she is everything you have ever wanted,” Rosa choked out, the old wounds tearing open. “And I was… I was just an unwanted responsibility to you. And now, when you are finally free—”

Water and fire are opposites, but she is very harmonious when on her. Her dreamy lips parted, gracefully stroking her hair. "Hello. My real name, you don't need to know; here, people often call me Raisa; I like roses, things related to them, and especially its thorns." Saying so, Raisa pulled out a red rose from her crop top and placed it on Vincent's chest, then kissed him on the wind. I don't know why I was so annoyed, but on the surface, I still pretended to be calm, politely bowed to Raisa, and introduced myself. "I'm Orabella; nice to meet you."

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

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

Anything in between are add-on, unimportant or can I say a distraction. Something Rose proves to be, and before she becomes that, I'll end her like the multiple lives I've tonight. That is a promise!

He carried a large bouquet of roses and looked at me with a mix of regret and longing. "I was blind, Rosie. It felt like I was living in a dream before. Now that I've woken up, I realize I can't live without you." The set fell silent as everyone turned to watch. Allen had no shame declaring this in front of so many people. I felt thankful for having eaten lightly that morning; at least I had not thrown up yet. Allen continued his self-absorbed speech, "Can you give me another chance? Let's start over. We were engaged after all—"

The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection. Kaia, surprised and touched by Beau's whimsical move, accepted the rose with a radiant smile. The exchange added a unique and personal touch to their union, creating a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of all who witnessed it. The red rose, now a part of their shared narrative, became a poignant symbol of the spontaneity and romance woven into the fabric of their love story.

There was only one person she could think of. "Thank you. You can go now!" She spoke to Viola without taking her eyes off the rose. "Good night, My Lady!" After she left, Rosana got out of her seat and rushed over to the bed. She picked up the flower and inhaled its beautiful sweet scent with a smile on her face. Her eyes caught something else on the bed and she picked it up immediately. It was a short note. 🌹🌹🌹{Meet me in the room beside the library and do not bother wearing any panties}🌹🌹🌹

You’ll come back with flowers, apologies, bruised words, and promises I’ll never believe. And I’ll accept them. Sweetly. Quietly. Because I’m your wife. And you’ll never suspect a thing. You’ll never know that every part of me you broke is the same part now wrapping tighter around your throat. You’ll never know you’ve already lost. Because Catalina weeps. But La Rosa laughs. And as the sun rose, they both won. You'll be drowning in your guilt, and I'll kept on fanning it. "I'll make sure, as La Rosa Nera's name haunts you deeply inside, the more you'll see me as your wife." I muttered to myself in between giggles.

"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.