White Rose Fanfiction Novels & Stories

When I say goodbye, promise me you won’t cry, Because the day I say that will be the day I die. I traced the letters gently with my fingers as Xavier flexed slightly, still playing with Rosalina. "What does it mean?" I asked, still brushing over the ink. "When we were little, you had this weird fascination with black roses," he said with a small smile. "So, the rose is you. I’m the thorned vines wrapped around it, protecting what I love. The words... they speak for themselves." He turned toward me and kissed the tip of my nose.

Right then, pedestrians walking along the road were taking pictures of the sea of roses. Xyla was very glad to see how joyful everyone seemed. Stanley slowly brought the car to a halt when a traffic light turned red. There, they could hear a conversation between two girls as they took pictures of the flowers— “Did you know that Stanley Batton had these red roses planted in Atlantis for Xyla? He replaced all flowers in this city with red roses because they are her favorite flower.” “Yeah, I read that on the internet before. Xyla is like a female character in a romance novel. Novelists probably couldn’t even write the stuff that Stanley does for her.”

"Saturday would be wonderful. You know I trust Rosalia's taste." Rosalia glowed. "It's going to be beautiful," she said softly. "Gold and white, maybe some dark red roses. A union of elegance and danger just like you two." "Danger is our game," Fiorella breathed, giving me a glance. A glint in her eye brought my heart to a stop.

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?

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.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

POV. Rose "Willow, he smells heavenly " " Rose he is our mate and he wants us." smiled Willow Rose knew Willow was wagging her tail in pure ecstasy. Rose had figured that she was developing a crush on the Alpha to begin with. But most she-wolves wanted to be a Luna and have an Alpha mate but she really didn't care about rank she just wanted someone to love her.

"What an annoying pest. Want me to bring a few wolves to finish him off?" Rosa sighed. "No. I'll go talk to him. I have some things to say anyway." … At the birch forest outside of their territory, the snowstorm had eased some. The moment Kyle spotted Rosa coming over, his once-dim eyes lit up. He thought she had finally come to her senses. He just knew that if he lowered his stance, Rosa would relent. "Rosa!" He handed her the flowers he had prepared. "Look, these are your favorite… I looked everywhere for them…"

"I couldn't sleep." He kissed my temple, his lips lingering. "What were you thinking about?" I turned to face him, my hands resting on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat beneath my palms, steady and strong. "About Anna. About Elena. About all the women who brought me here." He pulled me close, his arms strong around me. "They would be proud." I looked at him. At his storm-cloud eyes. "I know." We walked through the roses. Red and white. Love and death. The same roses Anna had planted years ago. They had grown wild and beautiful, their petals soft and fragrant.

There was a note in the roses. 'You might hate me for embarrassing you like this but I'm going to keep doing this until you are comfortable. I won't ever miss an opportunity to show you how much I love you. I chose white roses because they matched your shirt. And when I saw them, they reminded me of you. I love you so much and I think I might give you a willow tree next' Willow laughed at his joke and shook her head. Her heart was full with joy as she picked up her phone and called him. After two rings, he picked up. "I assume you received my gift," his husky voice filled her ears making her smile.