White Rose Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He took control, pulling her in, one hand behind her head, the other wrapped firmly around her waist. They kissed—long and deep, like lovers lost in the rush of first love. And just like that, I couldn't tell anymore. Was it "Rose" that made him lose control? Or had he truly fallen for Chloe? All I knew was, he no longer loved me. Not me—Wendy. I was already dead, but somehow, my heart still hurt like hell.

Taken this morning. At his school. My heart stopped. And just like that, the feelings I had for Daniel and Edward were the least of my worries. •Daniel POV• The roses should have arrived by now. I sat behind my desk, drumming my fingers against the polished surface, my phone screen still open to the delivery confirmation. A hundred pink roses, Vanessa’s favorite. A simple gesture—an apology without words. I wasn’t naive enough to think a bouquet could be erased last night. The way she walked away, how she didn’t even spare me a second glance. I had been too stunned to react. Too blindsided by Wendy’s theatrics.

She looks up to see his pained expression, knowing that they will have to separate soon. “Find me when the moon turns red,” she whispers. He touches her palm, a single drop of tear falling from his eye. “I will,” he says as the flames engulf them completely. … Roseanne snaps out of her reverie and panics. For a moment, she feels that she is being burned but to her relief she is still in the bathroom, safe and sound. “What the hell was that?” she whispers. Her heart is beating hard out of fear and she has no idea what just happened. Who were those people? Who was that wolf? How was he connected to her? And why was she feeling so sad for him?

This girl did not refuse when she invited him to see white roses. Luna looked at John before he plucked a white rose. John reached out to the white rose, whose height exceeded Luna's. He then gave the rose to his wife. Luna looked pleased with the roses from him. "Do you still want more?" Luna nodded her head. She pointed to the white rose that was behind John. John grabbed the rose that was at the top of the branch. He handed the rose to Luna, and finally, he picked one rose to tuck in the girl's hair. Luna blushes with shame at his romantic gesture.

she hesitates continues behind him, it doesn't say anything else they just advance very deep they pass the calculation of roses until they reach the guar that the trees did not know they are here higher, the grass comfortably as rugs with a few flowers to follow if you enter with a beautiful shrub of white roses, You are financially accumulated as if it were power and shaped them, so he understands it, Alexter that's why he spends a lot of time in the forest loves the roses he had fixed all that, like Gabriela's tree — Did you do this? — caresses a rose and smells it. — Pa-for you — said with less difficulty with the intention of being clearer possible, he points to Madeleine experiencing an

She whispered to Linda and Linda in turn looked at her like she was crazy. “There are no White roses in here,Jewel.Your nose is deceiving you big time.” She whispered back and turned her focus t the board. I definitely perceived White roses in here.Or am I being delusional. Jewel asked herself,and tried to focus but instead the fragrance became stronger. Suddenly the door to the class opened and in walked the most beautiful boy Jewel had ever seen. Her wolf leaped for joy,and she realised with a shock what had just happened. “Mate!” She murmured in shock.

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."

He looks at me with sweetest smile and comes towards me. "Happy Birthday to my lovely and beautiful wife." Rudra says as he gives me the rose and kiss on my lips. I look down shyly and say, "Thank you." "It has been one year but one thing is still the same. I get the blush I was waiting for you. I just wish everything remains just as it is right now. And may you blush like this every year on your birthdays with me." Rudra says as he takes me in his arms. "Aren't you getting too much romantic nowadays?" I ask as I bite my lip and caress the rose.

While hugging, she examined the wound. "You are a mess because of me." She said. "I know, I am a mess and that's the last thing you need right now... But this mess loves you endlessly." He confessed without breaking the hug. A few moments later, they both parted from the embrace. "Ah Silly me... I should have proposed you with a fresh rose." He said while glancing towards the bloodied rose. "I am super okay bukka. You yourself said, that the person should not be afraid of thorns If they crave for roses...and I am willing to take everything for you. Even though it is a Black Rose With Bloody Thorns, I don't mind at all." She said.

He asked again. " Isn't it obvious? I get attracted to handsome things.” Rose replied, still looking outside the window. She couldn't tell him that the other reason she liked him was because she knew he would be a great person in less than six or seven and she was trying to take advantage of it. By that seven years she would be twenty five years old and it was also the age she died in her past life. Sincerely, she hoped she would have been able to take down the Gray family before then.