White Rose by Gao Yang (ink book reader .TXT) 📕

© 2016 GaoZongYang27

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This story is PURE fictional with my ideas.

DISCLAIMER: CONTAINS REFERENCES FROM TEEN WOLF AND THE VAMPIRE DIARIES; I WAS INSPIRED BY THE SHOWS AND I DECIDED TO MAKE THIS STORY.

"We have the power each day to start writing a new chapter in our lives!" ~ Billy Cox

It was a beautiful afternoon with the sun shining brightly on The Southern Isles, a piece of land not far from the deep woods of France but they had their own empire.

It was always busy on the Southern Isles, despite the fact it was two days before the Fall Festival that was held every year in November. Everyone in the village was preparing for the festival, everyone loved celebrating the festival because of the beautiful fireworks at night.

The Southern Isles was owned and ruled by the originals who found the land and claimed it for theirs, who was King Henry Carpenter. The palace was home to Courtiers and Noble Subjects. Any villager had to live within in the city or they would be considered as an intruder.

A horse carriage rode down the streets of the village, inside the carriage was a young man, Bryce Duncan, son of Bruce Duncan, one of the major officials in court and most trusted advisor of the King. The carriage went to the house of the Valet's, one of only wealthiest families but they were not considered as Royalty, no matter how rich they were.

The son of Bruce Duncan stepped out of the carriage and his guard walked up to the doorstep of the house and knocked on the door.

Mrs. Valet, the lady of the house and wife of Mr. Valet, opened the door. She curtsied as she saw it was Bruce's son, standing on their doorstep.

"Oh please, Madam. There's no need to be formal. I've come here for business of my father's, not the King's." He said as he smiled at Mrs. Schmidt.

"Holly, darling. Who's here at the door?" Mr. Valet says as he walks in; she moves aside and he sees who it was. "Oh my, why isn't it the most trusted advisor's son. You've grown since I've last saw you."

Bryce took his word as a compliment, even though it was informal to say that to him.

"Is there a reason why you stop by today?" Mr. Valet asked as he escorted a young gentleman to the guest living room of the house.

"My father is asking for some wood, and I've gone to the market but they've said they've ran out. So I stopped by here to see if you had any. I'm sorry if I had disturbed anything." The young gentleman simply replied with a kind voice.

"Thomas, stay out here. Stay on guard. Don't let anyone come in without my permission." He tells his guard and the guard obeys, stepping outside. Mr. Valet walks over and closes the door. Mrs. Valet steps into the kitchen, cooks their dinner.

The Valet household wasn't alway busy, but it was the most busiest for them during the Fall Festival and the holidays. The household was owned by Mr. and Mrs. Valet, along with their 3 children. Their oldest daughter, Alison who married to the Donnovan household when she turned 19. Next there was their only son, Jack, 19, he was best known for his charm with the ladies in their town. And lastly, there was Isabella, 17, the youngest in the family. She had fragile heart but with a strong mind.

The family themselves were pretty wealthy because Mr. Valet was a business owner. The business that he owned was pretty well-known in the nation, Valet's Woods. As a business owner, they were selling almost everything that every specimen needed to survive, whether it was food, water, clothing or shelter. They had it all.

"Isabella!" The young girl rushed down the stairs from her room. Her eyes appealed as she saw the fine young gentleman standing in the main hall.

"Isabella, please meet the one of the sons of Bruce Duncan." She stared at him as she ignored her father's words. "This is Bryce." She gasped as the name slipped out of her father's mouth.

"Bryce Duncan?" The son of the Valet's voice was heard from the end of the hallway. "I highly doubt he'd come here to woo Isabella."

"Jack. Be aware of what you say in front of the son of the most trusted advisor to the King." Mr. Valet said, gritting his teeth.

"No, it's fine." The young dashing lad kindly said as he stopped Mr. Valet from scolding his son.

He looked at the young and beautiful Isabella as she stood on the stairs like an actual floating angel that was sent from heaven.

Isabella Valet. Who'd knew there would be a beautiful angel standing in front me? Bryce thought to himself as he kept his eyes on Isabella.

She ignored him and just simply walked down the stairs like young woman.

Meanwhile, Bryce was amused by her beauty; even she got a glimpse of him, but she didn't seem amused.

Although she couldn't deny the fact that he was pretty hot in person, but being hot didn't make everything about person perfect. And even though he may be one of the sons of the Chamberlin, she showed no affection towards him.

"Isabella, do you mind getting our guest a glass of water?" She flinched and looked at her father as she heard her father's words.

She nodded as she curtsied. "Yes, Father." She looked at Bryce and swiftly walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

"You have a very fine daughter, Mr. Valet." Bryce commented as they both sat down at a table of two, sitting across from each other. He looked around the room and saw a framed picture above their fireplace, there was a picture of a young woman.

Mr. Schmidt curves a smile as his daughter walks in with the tray of two fancy cups, beautifully designed. She walks over to the table and set down the tray and puts the two cups on the table for the both of them.

Bryce stares at her as she sets the cups on the table. He stares deep at her beauty, from her pale, rosy cheeks to her perfectly shaped lip that he could smashed his onto hers.

She could feel his eyes set on her, her body starts to heat up as she puts the cups on the table. She doesn't bother to look at him or show him any kind of affections because she was already in love with someone else.

"Mr. Valet, may I ask who is in that photo on top of your fireplace?" Mr. Valet turned his head to look above the fireplace and he saw the old photo.

"That's my great-great-grandmother's older sister." Bryce nodded interestingly. He laid his eyes on Isabella again as she grabbed the tray and quickly walks away. Don't catch feelings for a Royalty. She told herself and walks into the kitchen, putting the tray on the counter.

"Mother, when can I go see Alison?" She asked her mother as she helped her put the vegetables on the cutting board and cutting them.

"Isabella, don't worry. She'll be visiting us after the Fall Festival." Isabella rolled eyes as it seemed like it would be a whole year until she sees Alison once again. "Don't you dare roll your eyes at me, young lady."

She stopped for a whole second, not knowing how her mother could've known that she rolled her eyes. "I-I-I wasn't, Mother." She hesitatingly spoke.

"Now don't you dare also lie to me too." She sighed in giving in. "I'm your mother. Of course, I know all of your lies and tricks you like to play when you don't want to tell the truth."

Isabella turned around to look at her mother. "I know. I just really miss her so much." Her mouth formed into a frown.

"You still have your brother. You have to love him for still being here for you." Her mother's words of comfort always made her feel better, but not this time. Yet, her mother was right, she still had her brother, but it was different even though they were siblings.

"I know, but it's just different. And I do love my brother no less than how much I love Alison, it's just-" Her words trailed off as Jack walks in. As much as she loved both of her siblings, she didn't want to hurt them, even if that meant she had to hurt herself in the process.

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"Now how many woods would your father like or ask for?" Mr. Valet asked as Bryce drank his cup. The guest living room was not formally decorated not was it fancy like it was inside the palace, but rather it was decent.

"My father just asks for the wood to build the back board of the stage for the Fall Festival." He replies as he puts the cup back on the table.

"Ah! I have the exact kind of wood that you need for that." Mr. Valet's face lights up as he drinks his cup. "I don't mean to hold you from any occasions you have tonight, but it's getting late, would you like to join us for dinner?"

He exchanges looks with Mr. Valet, and smiles. "I'd love to, if I'm not intruding anything of some sort?" He says, leading it as to a question.

"Oh no! We won't mind having a guest for tonight." Mr. Valet smiles brightly and leads Bryce out the back door to the shed where the wood are.

As Bryce walks out through the back door, he passes by the kitchen, which he sees Isabella working along side with her mother. He catches glimpses of her in her long cherry pink with the sleeves rolled up nicely and dark teal ruffled dress that fitted her beautifully. If she were in my bed tonight, I don't think she'd be in her dress right now.

"Here's the wood for your father." He said as he showed Bryce the wood for his father.

"Thank you. I'll have my guards take it to the carriage." He called for his guard and the guard quickly ran on his command.