Unopened Rose 소설 & 이야기

Chapter One: THE PROMOTION Rojean was feeling all sorts of emotions course through her at the moment and she wasn’t certain on what she should be feeling. But nonetheless, she packed up her things, putting them neatly in the box provided to her by the office she’s working at-- well, now the appropriate word would be ‘worked’ as she was being called to the higher ups for her promotion. She didn’t file for one, although confused, she was still glad to get one this early. Her mind hadn't processed what was happening at all and she didn’t seem to question the odds. Pulling out her phone from her front pocket, she texted her fiance, constantly updating him on the current situation, planning to ea

SUICIDE Rose never wanted to fall in love again after her first break up neither did she wanted to see the sun the next day. Warm tears streamed down her face and soaked her neck and chest region as catarrh also flaunted her sorrow. She locked herself throughout the morning refusing to eat or let anyone in including her parents and kept crying for a long time. Her parents were scared thinking maybe she might commit suicide so they had to break the door at noon and saw something as they looked up.

Rosalie didn't like it . She flinged another one of her denim shorts and started to search the wardrobe once again from the scratch but Rosalie knew that chances of getting a proper dress in her wardrobe was a near impossible feat . She was just thinking whether she should make do with her poison ivy casual shirt and white pants when the most seductive of pine and amber dry cedar invaded her nostril . Rosalie felt her wolf purr in satisfaction , pulling back her ears and sniffing the air eagerly . Rosalie turned around and lo and behold , Aiden was standing in the room ; with a look of complete confusion and amusement on his face as he looked around the massacre Rosalie had done in their

Zee commented. “Sure. Have you noticed that they often look normal?” Inara remarked. “Yeah. They are designers not models. Sometimes they are shy too.” “Yeah. I’ve noticed.” The screen filled with a lipstick advert and after that an acoustic guitar instrumental music fused in with a background of rose petals. A pink perfume bottle featuring Inara inhaling rose flowers, stood at the corner of the screen with words streaming beside it as the sexy voice of a woman read along; From the stable of Men’s Aura comes a sweet rose fragrance for women. “Rose Aura” Available in stores soon. Get early release at www.mensaura.com.

'' Tears are continuing to fall. It has been exactly ten minutes but she has not open the door, making me worry even more of what she might be doing inside; causing me to try and break the door—not caring if I end up hurting. After a couple of tried, the door breaks down, revealing Rose laying onto the ground, her eyes closed.

“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.

“Is this yours?" The immediate answer came out her mouth when she saw it, "No, why—" She froze, and Chris looked at her, the concern brewing in his eyes. But she couldn’t help but to stare at the gift, knowing exactly what it was. A Resin Rose, wrapped with thorns of grief; exactly like the picture. The moon so delicate, handmade and one of a kind. "Claec…" Her hand cupped the gift, pulling it away from him. Chris stared at her in confusion, his hands feeling empty, "who's that?"

Kevin demanded and slowly guided her to the front table, holding her shoulders. "Close your eyes, kitten, I've something very special for you," he whispered softly in her ear. Rose was hesitant at first but complied as he demanded. Her heart raced with his warm breath against her neck. He placed a small, rectangular velvet box in her hand, guiding her fingers to grip it securely. "Open your eyes," He urged, making Rose open her eyes slowly, anticipating a necklace or any piece of jewellery as usual, but as she flicked the cover, what she saw was totally incomprehensible to her.

The moment I get the weird seal thingy off the flap, the scent of rosemary filters into my nostrils — one of my most favourite scents in the world. I frown. That’s weird. Is it just a coincidence? Only very few people know about my weird Rosemary obsession. Few people being my parents, Aunt Ophelia, my best friend … and Bhyron. Suddenly possessed with devil-like desperation, I pull the black card out of the envelope and just… stare at it. It’s fancy, I’ll give it that. The letterings are intricate and made in gold and red colours. The heading says; “INVITATION TO GRAND OPENING.”

“Now, will you open your gifts?" I drew my sight back to the gift box in my grasp and took a deep breath. I completed untying the ribbon knots and lifted the box's top to reveal its contents. The first thing I noticed was the beautiful red rose nestled inside the box, its petals hanging downward. The edges of the blossom were twisted. The stem was lengthy and delicate, but the tips were perfectly cut, and the side leaves were shiny and black. They were almost like claws, appearing sharp and frightening while also inviting.