Una Rosa Para Otra Rosa Novels & Stories

She looked like a queen, and she damn well knew it. "I heard you really took a peasant for a wife just because her pathetic father owes you some money," Seraphina mocked, her voice dripping with sweet venom as she locked her eyes onto mine. "Now that's a really cheap thing to do for a Rinaldi, don't you think, Martinez?" Just then, the sound of the voice made Rodah turn around. The bright, beautiful smile was still plastered on her face, but it instantly froze the moment her eyes landed on the intruder.

He's still wearing the suit he was wearing at the Luna ceremony which tells her that he probably have also recently gotten here himself. He's holding flowers as he walks towards her. “For you.” he says and hands them to Rosa who takes them from him and admires them. Taking a closer inspection, Rosa notices that the flowers are long and beautiful, but the colour captivates her all the more because they're dark red. She doesn't remember ever seeing flowers like these, but then again she isn't really one to pay attention to flowers. “They're called glamorous, they reminded me of you that's why I chose them.” he says and shyly scratches the back of his head which makes Rosa to chuckle lightly.

He stayed in the car and waited. Holding a bouquet of white roses, Daisy slowly walked through rows of gravestones until she stopped in front of the one tucked away in the farthest corner. The stone bore only Dario's name and the years of his birth and death. In the photograph, he had on a black suit. His distinct features were exactly the same as the first time Daisy had met him. She placed the white roses in front of the gravestone and stood there silently for a long time. Finally, she said softly, "When I said I wouldn't forgive you, I meant it. But I don't hate you anymore either. Rest in peace."

She spoke in an unclear way that Zaiya could not understand. "Once, two remarkably beautiful roses sat on a small space, each struggling for it's own sunlight. Then one said to itself, let me leave my soil and climb up to the sun and grab it for myself. It knew too well that nature only allows the sun to shine upon it, and not it going to the sun. But the other rose waited patiently for the sun, knowing well that the soil was it's fate and to shine was the Sun's fate. And then the unruly rose climbed up to the sun. To its surprise, it could not fit in. The sun was too big and hot that it shrunk and became pale. It quickly made it's way back to the soil, but was surprise that the rose that wa

Sofia asked "Sad ,I'm almost regretting it" Rose replied "That's it,,,you can't even do what you want him to do,,you can't stay away from him. Does he like the other girl?" Sofia asked "He told me he doesn't" Rose sighed "So,,what's keeping you? Come on girl,don't be intimidated by a girl like you ,,,you know what I mean" Sofia winked and Rose smiled before nodding A knock came on the door "It's open" Sofia spoke up and the maids came in with the presents

I smiled. Rose had mud covering her clothes, with splashes of water on her top as well. "You should change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." She nodded with a sheepish smile, "I went to collect water from the river but slipped over the rock and fell." I paused but continued stirring again...the river. "Can you add the final petals and stir this? I have some work to do." Rose looked at me in shock and to my surprise, she shook her head in a no immediately, "I can't do that, you shall always complete your work other..."

"How much further do we have to go? Are you trying to wear me out on our first day of marriage?" Gabriel laughed along and pointed to a villa about 30 feet ahead. Freya looked up and saw a burst of vibrant red. With the sky growing darker and the light too dim to make out what they were, she asked, "What's that?" Gabriel stayed silent and pulled her along as he ran. When they reached the gate and pushed it open, Freya was met by a garden bursting with royal poinciana blossoms, their flowers swarming every branch. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she gazed up, lost in the beautiful sea of blossoms. A breeze picked up, sending the red petals fluttering to the ground. It felt surreal, like

Bella hurriedly went out to go get what I had ordered her to do. With my hand still forcefully clutching a lock of hair, I turned her around so that I could look at her face. VANESSA.... The grip on my hair was so tight and it made me want to cry, but I had bit down hard on my lips. I cussed loudly when I bit down on the sore in my lips. I tasted my own blood.

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

They seemed to express that I didn't want him anymore. Facing 50 acres of land, Jeffrey finally realized that I, like these departed roses, would not return. The roses had been given to another woman by him casually, and its owner would not return because of himself. I would no longer plant flowers for him. He would never see me holding roses and asking him, "The roses are ripe. When are we going to get married?" He realized that roses had feelings too. I was willing to be trapped in a greenhouse by him because of my love for him.