Una Rosa Para Otra Rosa Novels & Stories

Rosa’s eyes flicked to me again, one last time, and this time there was no confusion left, no doubt, only understanding, and something else beneath it, something quiet and heavy. “You were never going to let me leave,” she said. I held her gaze for a second before I looked away. “No,” I said. The silence that followed was louder than anything else that had happened so far, thick and suffocating, and for a moment it felt like the forest itself had gone completely still. Then the hybrid moved. It was quick, too quick for Rosa to react, his hand closing around her throat as the markings surged upward, wrapping around her completely, the light flashing bright enough to make me flinch as it pulle

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.

I looked up instinctively and caught sight of myself and my to-be mate in the mirror. My makeup was heavier than usual today, and I looked a whole lot different from how I normally looked—just like the roses that Marcus had especially planted for me in the greenhouse—shy, bashful, and delicate, yet as captivating as ever. Meanwhile, Marcus looked even more handsome than ever in his black haute couture suit. We exchanged glances. And in that instant, we saw the smile in each other's eyes. "I don't want to see them," I said. Marcus nodded at once without any hesitation. "Alright. Then, I'll get someone to ask them to leave."

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

“Tease.” Rojean laughed, happy that she still makes him feel that way- kind of embarrassed though glad at the same time. “Why? Are you getting distracted?” she asked, repeating the same motion with her hips whilst looking directly into his eyes as if seducing him. “Of course, it’s really distracting.” Lucas smiled before pinching her chin. “But I’m still upset with you.” “You are?” she asked with a grin on her face. “Why don’t I make it up to you then?”

Her cheeks were flaming red and she had turned into a rose. "Bhabhi jaan calm yourself down the way you are blushing. It will give others the wrong sign. You are looking like you both just made love but that is not the case or maybe you both were about to but I interrupted. Umm.. Umm…" Zeenat stopped in middle as Shayari put her hand on her mouth to shut her blabbering

[Rose] I stared at my face in the mirror and sigh putting on my lipstick for the second time. My time coming up for another dance. I could feel my feet getting sore minute by minute as I made my way towards the dance floor. My teeth unintentionally bit my lower lip softly as I suddenly saw Kaden standing near the stage. The club was filled with people because it was a weekend. I had t leave early today because I was going apartment hunting tomorrow morning. I didn't care about the size. I didn't care if it was not convenient.

"You're stunning, Rajkumari." "But I don't want someone to love me for my beauty!" Ahankara snapped, taking her hands away fron Neharika's and turning away from her. "I don't want to be the Moon," she said softly. "And you're not," Neharika replied, turning her around. "You're a unique Rose, Rajkumari. The most beautiful one to ever exist." "And he's made of flames," Ahankara whispered, feeling a chill run down her spine. "He's gonna destroy me as soon as he touches me, Neharika."

I reached for the small card stuck in between the roses and opened it; Boldly written on it was: “Wishing you a quick recovery, Rosa from Vivienne Reynolds.” And just there, written in small letters on the top was: “A small bouquet of roses for you, Xabrina. I also prepared another gift for you, hope you're ready!”

That despite not being perfect, I want to bring perfection for you Being able to change who I am To kiss the new roses of your lips....! Being you, the reason for my roses... (The reason for my roses) Screaming to the heavens for you to see Everything my heart has to give to your heart.... Oh...! Being the beats of your heart, the beats of my heart....! Because.... You are the reason for my roses...