Unopened Rose Novels & Stories

Jay gave her a look while Rose stared back at him vengefully, whispering, “Didn’t you say that Old Master Ares wouldn’t open gifts?” “Mm, I meant gifts from outsiders,” Jay said proudly. She wanted to cry but found no tears. God damn it, this b*stard was too good at dismissing people. Under the glaring eyes of onlookers, Rose had no choice but to present her gift. Hanging her head low, she anticipated the voices of mockery. Old Master Ares opened up the gift box and unfurled the scroll. The ink was not dry yet, so his hand was accidentally stained with a black streak of ink.

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..."

This place will surely pass for a mini paradise. "We are not opened yet."he heard a sweet voice say. He turned and saw a lady dressed in white. He first scrutinized her whole body. So,he isn't that good in expressing a lady's beauty but then.. she's super beautiful in simple words. "I.said.we.aren't.open.yet."Rose picks her words, carefully. "I know,"he found himself saying. Then,he said what surprised himself. "But are you open?, is your heart still not open or it's already in business?"

She started wagging her tail and jumping up and down. I swear I just heard her say 'Mate' but that's impossible. Second chance mates didn't exist, and we just rejected our Goddess given mate. But then, the most amazing smell hit me, even more mouthwatering than when I smelled Mason. It smelled like Whiskey and Chocolate. That mixture was breath taking. Aunt Tara noticed me sniffing the air. "Alex, what's wrong?" She asks. As soon as her last word left her mouth, he door slammed open with such force, I thought for sure it was going to fall off the henges. What I saw in front of me left me speechless. A man in his twenties, 6'11, covered in tattos with short kept black hair, and the most beaut

“What is that?” “I don’t know. C-can you open it?” I ask, my voice wavering. Ethan’s head tilts up slightly, his nose barely wrinkling as he sniffs the air. I don’t know what he smells, but the narrowing of his eyes tells me it probably isn’t good. Then he’s stalking forward and grabbing the box off my desk. I don’t move, and I barely breath as he rips the top off. “The fuck is this?” He growls, looking to me for confirmation. He then flips the box around to reveal a single red rose, and when he does, a little white note falls out just like with the last gift. It flutters to the floor, and I freeze.

Rose slowly untied the shackles. Her eyes rounded at what lay before her. A chimney-shaped pipe burst free, splashing green viscous liquid with such force that her face was wet beyond recognition. "Theo!" screeched Rose in exasperation. She threw the box on her lap roughly. Rubbing her face, she clears her vision to see something different-two hidden objects scattered out, one black and folded, the other sealed with a fiery red hue. Rose got up, not approaching the two tantalizing things. She left briefly to clean up and change clothes.

I pulled the ribbon on top of the box and opened the box. My heart shifted, and I started to move to the other side of my bed when I saw what was inside. There was nothing there but roses, the thorns that had been trimmed away. My head was spinning. Everything inside me shook painfully. My breathing was laboured and unsteady as I searched the box again. What might be the indication of the sender of this damn parcel. There was nothing. No name, nothing. I threw it over the side of my bed. The rose lay on the floor.

Quite suddenly, I remember a very specific, very rare variety of rose that only opens its flowers at night, one of Angeline’s favorites. Curious, I start to look for that flower, wondering if I can still find my way to its particularly hidden little alcove. I do my best to follow my nose and feel a little thrill when I stumble into their sweet little alcove, where the white roses climb up both the walls and the sides of the stone fountain at its center. And that’s where he finds me, the Alpha King who claims me. Who changes my life forever. And now, from whom I run – desperate to get away –

Its petals, once vibrant and full of life, were now delicate and brittle, its color faded over time. As I held the dried rose, an unexpected image flashed before my eyes. It was Stassie, her radiant smile lighting up her face. It was a smile that could outshine the sun, a smile that had the power to make anyone's day brighter. The rose, in its silent beauty, reminded me of her.

The name hit like thunder splitting the sky. He jerked his head toward Adeline. "What did you say? Who is she?" Adeline's lips curled into a faint, bitter smile. "I'm Adeline. And she's Rose. Now do you get it?" When I was three, I became an orphan. Helen Murphy from the orphanage found me and gave me the name Rose. Two years later, a little boy arrived. He was quiet and distant. He never played with the others; he was always the target of their bullying.