White Rose Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her wolf liked how he stalked towards them , she liked it when his attention was upon them . " Rosie , just speak up " he ordered , letting his dominant alpha vibes choke her up . Again , Rosalie ignored him and his pull at her . But it was proving difficukt especially when her body was reacting in such a way towards him - lust was rolling off like sweet sin from her skin . And they were standing so close to their bed - a little push and she would be a rose dedicated to Alpha Aiden. She imagined him , going all rogue and placing her down on her stomach before he pulled at her bringing her on her hands and knees , she licked her lips imagining him forcefully taking her from behind and her c

“What is it?” “It's just that, I know how to handle pack wolves, but 'The Red Rose' adds another unknown element, it makes me a little uneasy.” “The red rose? Why?” “Because she is planning on staying around here for a while.” "But you told her to leave." “Hmm, yes I did but she refused to listen. Also, the way she dropped from the trees, to stop a wolf attacking me from behind, was a shock and tells me, she is better than her reputation implies."

How strange is it that I prefer to stay in the cage rather than leave it? "Why are we going there?" Fiore looks straight into my eyes in that moment, a sly smile stretching her lips. "To introduce you to our world, Ellie," she begins. "To let everyone know that you are now a Black Rose." Shit. He's making a move this soon? I inhale sharply. This is it. There's no way out now. "Scared?" Fiore cocks up a brow smugly, looking like she's won a battle.

Moments later, [Rina P.O.V] The ash was still warm on my fingers. I walked the corridor with my hand in my pocket, the residual heat of the incinerated rose pressing against my palm like a brand. The sulfur smell clung to my sleeve, a reminder of my miscalculation. I had been so certain the roses were Riven's doing. The dramatic rescues, the theatrical pouting, the way he appeared at precisely the moment I needed saving—it had all pointed to one obsessed vampire prince with too much time and too many resources.

How did it get there? Rain stared down at the rose she had found by her bedside the second the woke up. The scent drifting in the air and causing her to smile. It reminded her of her time in the cabin and Rain didn’t realize how much she missed waking up to the comforting scent of roses until this one was brought to her. Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently?

It still bloomed, and seeing where Fred had kept it in the sea, Rose understood why Crystal hadn't sensed it. Rose perceived the petals of the rose in her hand, and taking in a long deep breath of its wonderful aroma, she vanished. *** Anna heard the activity going on within her father's fort and she knew that the day had only begun. They had been preparing for a war that they weren't really ready for, and now, the first White had brought the Baron, and not just him, but the Baron's whispers, and the Baron's men. These were the lot that Rose was after, that her father had been scared of for a time, and now that they were here, she was definitely coming.

After five years, he remembered my favorite flower. "I can learn to like white roses," I whispered fiercely, pushing my hands against his chest. "You don’t have to learn to like anything with me," Zyran breathed, his face inches from mine. His hands slammed against the wall on either side of my head. "I already know your soul, Roosevelt, I know how you like your tea, I know exactly where to touch you to make you shatter." "Stop it," I choked out, frustration burning my eyes. "If you go to Venice with him," Zyran whispered, thick with jealousy, "I won’t stop you, I promise ."

I offered him asylum at Blue Moon if I ever returned which he thanked me for. I was running through the forest. I could hear the crunching of gravel beneath my feet as I jogged down the trail. Suddenly, something smacks into my chest and falls to the ground. That’s when I see her. She was laying on the ground in her shimmering black dress, her red curls seemed to glow in the darkening night. I extended my hand to help her to her feet, her hand in mine sent sparks throughout my body, like an electric current. She floats to her feet and into my arms, wrapping her hands around my neck and pulling me down towards her lush pink lips, her dazzling green eyes seem mesmerized. I crash my lips

~My Gemma, Before, I said that no apologize would be able to express how sorry I am for my past actions that have hurt you. That doesn’t mean that I won’t keep trying to earn your forgiveness, and thats what these fifteen roses are for. Five red for how passionate I feel towards you, five white for how pure our relationship should be, and five yellow for the friendship that I hope we can cultivate a long the way. -Your William - Now I’m wondering if this is the same man, because my mate was not anything like this. I like that he’s trying, and damn it I curse this strengthen mate bond because with every word I’m reading the greater the need I feel for my William.

Axel let go of my hand, walked to the center table, and picked up the broken rose. He walked back to me, a soft smile on his face as he slipped the rose into my hair, stepping back with his hands on his hips to admire his work. “There. It’s complete now.” “What’s your obsession with roses anyway?” I asked, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. He held my hand again, interlocking our fingers and we left the house. “They remind me of someone,” he finally answered as we walked over to his apartment. “Someone beautiful, a little dangerous, and impossible to forget.”