White Rose Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Lucas: I think you forgot to say ex-boss in your description of Joe. I texted her, sending her a picture of her journal entry. Rose: Oh God, you're already there? Lucas: I'm determined to read my journals before you graduate. Trying to get through your high school years by the end of this semester. Rose: Don't judge me too much. I'm over here blushing. She sent me a picture of herself, with her cheeks prominently tinted a rosy red. She so beautiful, especially when she blushes. Lucas: I don't judge, babe. I only tease ;)

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 –

Alexandria POV: When Wyatt crashed into the room, I was nervous but excited. May was just howling in my head, she was so happy. I didn't understand how or why I was going to get a second chance mate. This was unheard of. Once you rejected your mate, that was it. There wasn't supposed to be any second chances.

A man whose purpose is to live his life satisfying the woman he loves. Rosealba’s heart flipped. This was more than just a surprise. This was intense, it clouded her in ways she barely had words to express. Any man could surprise her. Not like anyone ever did. Any man could take her into a room filled with petals, but no man could learn her favorite flowers and walk her into a room filled with them. No man could be so attached to have learned in 4 months that she loved Roses because they were the ultimate symbol of the love that she lacked—White Lilies, because they were the reflection of her, pure and devoted. Orchids—because they were exotic and sensual, with a touch of luxury—all that her

I took three more steps. I paused. I rushed back to him, hating and cursing myself. I'll just help him stop the bleeding and then I'll leave. I felt something clamp unto my wrist, I froze in terror when I looked down. Tiger's hands around my wrist? I tried to pry his hands off. I took a quick glance into his bloody face, his eyes were open. I screamed in terror, feeling all the oxygen drain out of my system. I struggled with his hands, pinching and clawing...

They want to dismantle the hierarchy of the entire wolf kind. "Who’s your contact?" I demand, stepping back. "How are you moving across borders unseen? Who’s feeding you intel?" He grins up at me, his teeth stained red. "The Rose." My heart hammers against my ribs. "What did you say?" "The Rose," he whispers, a look of reverence crossing his twisted face. "She blooms in the dark. She carries the scent of the garden and the poison of the grave. She opened the door for us." Wild roses.

“Why are you angry at me? Tell me so I can make it up to you.” She didn’t say a thing and kept her mouth shut before turning her head away in case he was going to kiss her. ‘He’s too deceiving.’ she told herself before comparing him to Lucas who looked and acted genuine. “So...yes?” Theo asked, putting his lips on the back of her hand, giving it a light kiss. “I have no interest in whatever you’re doing,” Rojean just said, pulling her hand away, thinking Sei was like that. “I don’t really feel well so if there’s nothing to discuss I’ll go now.”

I let out a breath, "When will he wake up?" It had been one day without Orion and I was feeling overwhelmed with everything. Bidding farewell to Celia and others was not easy, I had to make sure no one doubted Orion's absence. "The blue mark is fading," Rose replied as she added a palm-shaped leaf into the red paste and started mixing it. "I am sorry you had to stay here taking care of a person you have never met before." She smiled but the smile was dull compared to her other smiles, "I am helping you. My mother would have wanted this."

Stephany's point of view: While eating, something seemed to attract my attention. The roses circling the table weren't all red. There was one rose with a different color - a white rose, the same as the one in my nightmares. The moment I noticed the white rose, my heart started beating hard. This can't be a good sign, not at all. Lost in my thoughts I was when an angry growl got both of my and Chris' attention. Lucas was here, and he was different than he ever was.

" Aww, Amy is touched now. She blinked several times, but it seemed he wasn't done, so she waited. Getting on his knees, he extended the flower to her properly and saw her shocked expression as she watched him on his knees. "I think of which color would suit an angel like you, but even though an angel was said to be fond of white, I find you too unique to follow the other's footsteps, so I thought of rose and I imagine you in that color, either wearing a dress in that shade or your lipstick.... When I see roses, I think more about you, my lady, so I have always wished to give you one. If you accept this rose, I will take it as a permission to pursue this feeling." He said with sincerity and