The Everlasting Rose
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Beyblade › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,337
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Beyblade, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Everlasting Rose
Well here is the 1st chapter of my book I\'ll be posting here. I warn you, the sex schene doesn\'t occur until chapter 10....but there will be romance and lots of it. This chapter is quite short, but please check this out any way.
Chapter 1- Contemporary
The rambunctious waves crashed violently against the side of the little steamer as it cut it’s way through the sea. The chilly wind blew ferociously at the companions on the deck of the little boat. An elderly woman and her older granddaughter stood staring at the dangerous waves in awe.
The elderly woman stood in her knitted shawl with an impetuous look on her face. Her face was sulky and showed her age and her thin hair graced the color white. This is where she had been forty years before. But she remembered the trip as if it were yesterday, the cold winter wind and the rapid sway of the ocean. The nipping of Jack Frost on her nose. She remembered it all, especially him. The woman closed her eyes to imagine the man that had held her arms up as if she were flying, the man that had made her feel unique, the man that had given his own life to the sea for her sake. Yes, that man.
She saw him standing before her, a tall built man with eyes of the amber and long hair of ebony pulled in a tail that draped his back. Occupying his face was a devilish smirk. One, someone might have if they knew too much. And held in the grip of his hand was a rose. A red rose that pierced the wind in such a way, that it looked almost blurry.
“Ladies.” A heavy man retorted from inside the cabin. “Kevin’s ready to see you now.”
The granddaughter offered her hand invitingly at her companion, but the elderly woman feebly walked toward the cabin ignoring the request.
“No thank you Kelly.” The women softly spoke.
The young girl grimaced in fear of her grandmother’s heath and quickly walked caringly beside her, making sure the elderly woman’s footing was correct.
The two slowly, due to the senior, made their way to the door and walked calmly into the heated cabin. Computer technology surrounded the room in such an aspect that you couldn’t see out the portal windows in the ship.
“Hello, ma’am.” A young man stated, whom sat in the midst of all the computers. “I’m Kevin.”
He looked overworked and tired. Bags occupied the space beneath his greedy looking eyes. He was currupted with a wanting and pleading that the elderly woman wasn\'t fond of.
He quickly held out his hand in sort of a greeting, but the elderly woman had already lost his attention and was staring at the experiments on the table. Kevin and Kelly watched carefully at the old woman examining the samples of coal and glass. She seemed even more uninterested in the experiments than Kevin until she reached a faded picture floating gently in a glass bowl. The picture seemed to look of a sketch and was dated April 12, 1912. The sketch consisted of a figure of long ravishing hair sitting comfortably on a simple couch bare of all her clothes except a fine emerald piece of jewelry entangled around the creature’s soft neck.
“Oh, I haven’t seen this since the day it sank.” The elderly woman cooed, as she gently touched the floating paper with her bony fingers. “Look dearie.” She stated, in an enthusiastic tone. “It’s me wasn’t I a dish?”
The granddaughter looked intensively down at the creature that looked similar to herself.
“You see, the reason I called you down here was to find that.” Kevin informed whist pointing to the jewelry around the young woman’s neck. “It’s called the Heart of The Ocean.”
“I know.” The senior stated. “It was given to me as an anniversary gift from my finance.”
“Now since you were the last to have it, that makes you my new best friend.” Kevin joked.
The granddaughter smiled in appreciation, Kevin was trying to hard for her grandmother’s happiness.
“So, to figure out where this baby is,” Kevin began, unsure of what he was asking for. “We need you to tell us what happened on the trip.”
The elderly woman’s eyes flickered with an angry glare, but neverless the woman kept her composure. It had been so long since she had thought of him or the ship or the captain and crew or her mother and late fiancé.
“Tell you everything?” The senior asked.
The crew, Kelly, and Kevin nodded enthusiastically their eyes beating down on the feeble woman.
“It has been almost forty years..” The woman stated, but Kevin shot in excitedly.
“We know and we really want you to tell us the story.”
“Well I’m not so sure you do.” The woman growled, “You would listen if you did.”
Kevin’s face blushed timidly, and he refrained from speaking.
“Now then,” The woman situated herself. “It has been almost forty years since I have stepped aboard the Titanic. I can still remember the excitement in the air, and my mother’s snooty prattling.”
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Tell me, did it suck? Please review!!!
Chapter 1- Contemporary
The rambunctious waves crashed violently against the side of the little steamer as it cut it’s way through the sea. The chilly wind blew ferociously at the companions on the deck of the little boat. An elderly woman and her older granddaughter stood staring at the dangerous waves in awe.
The elderly woman stood in her knitted shawl with an impetuous look on her face. Her face was sulky and showed her age and her thin hair graced the color white. This is where she had been forty years before. But she remembered the trip as if it were yesterday, the cold winter wind and the rapid sway of the ocean. The nipping of Jack Frost on her nose. She remembered it all, especially him. The woman closed her eyes to imagine the man that had held her arms up as if she were flying, the man that had made her feel unique, the man that had given his own life to the sea for her sake. Yes, that man.
She saw him standing before her, a tall built man with eyes of the amber and long hair of ebony pulled in a tail that draped his back. Occupying his face was a devilish smirk. One, someone might have if they knew too much. And held in the grip of his hand was a rose. A red rose that pierced the wind in such a way, that it looked almost blurry.
“Ladies.” A heavy man retorted from inside the cabin. “Kevin’s ready to see you now.”
The granddaughter offered her hand invitingly at her companion, but the elderly woman feebly walked toward the cabin ignoring the request.
“No thank you Kelly.” The women softly spoke.
The young girl grimaced in fear of her grandmother’s heath and quickly walked caringly beside her, making sure the elderly woman’s footing was correct.
The two slowly, due to the senior, made their way to the door and walked calmly into the heated cabin. Computer technology surrounded the room in such an aspect that you couldn’t see out the portal windows in the ship.
“Hello, ma’am.” A young man stated, whom sat in the midst of all the computers. “I’m Kevin.”
He looked overworked and tired. Bags occupied the space beneath his greedy looking eyes. He was currupted with a wanting and pleading that the elderly woman wasn\'t fond of.
He quickly held out his hand in sort of a greeting, but the elderly woman had already lost his attention and was staring at the experiments on the table. Kevin and Kelly watched carefully at the old woman examining the samples of coal and glass. She seemed even more uninterested in the experiments than Kevin until she reached a faded picture floating gently in a glass bowl. The picture seemed to look of a sketch and was dated April 12, 1912. The sketch consisted of a figure of long ravishing hair sitting comfortably on a simple couch bare of all her clothes except a fine emerald piece of jewelry entangled around the creature’s soft neck.
“Oh, I haven’t seen this since the day it sank.” The elderly woman cooed, as she gently touched the floating paper with her bony fingers. “Look dearie.” She stated, in an enthusiastic tone. “It’s me wasn’t I a dish?”
The granddaughter looked intensively down at the creature that looked similar to herself.
“You see, the reason I called you down here was to find that.” Kevin informed whist pointing to the jewelry around the young woman’s neck. “It’s called the Heart of The Ocean.”
“I know.” The senior stated. “It was given to me as an anniversary gift from my finance.”
“Now since you were the last to have it, that makes you my new best friend.” Kevin joked.
The granddaughter smiled in appreciation, Kevin was trying to hard for her grandmother’s happiness.
“So, to figure out where this baby is,” Kevin began, unsure of what he was asking for. “We need you to tell us what happened on the trip.”
The elderly woman’s eyes flickered with an angry glare, but neverless the woman kept her composure. It had been so long since she had thought of him or the ship or the captain and crew or her mother and late fiancé.
“Tell you everything?” The senior asked.
The crew, Kelly, and Kevin nodded enthusiastically their eyes beating down on the feeble woman.
“It has been almost forty years..” The woman stated, but Kevin shot in excitedly.
“We know and we really want you to tell us the story.”
“Well I’m not so sure you do.” The woman growled, “You would listen if you did.”
Kevin’s face blushed timidly, and he refrained from speaking.
“Now then,” The woman situated herself. “It has been almost forty years since I have stepped aboard the Titanic. I can still remember the excitement in the air, and my mother’s snooty prattling.”
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Tell me, did it suck? Please review!!!