Black Hat With Rose Novels & Stories

She said. Augustus stared at the cigarette in his hand and then glanced at Lisa Rose. Lisa Rose was wearing a black leather dress; she looked like a bad girl. She was wearing a heavy makeup on her face. Her body was petite she doesn’t have much curves. Her shoulder length hairs were tied in a ponytail making her face features more vibrant.

Other than that, Victoria Stephens appeared to be a puzzle that even the emissary cannot solve. “ Y-You owe this?” she asked, trembling. Her eyes are still fixated over the little paradise that’s been hiding under the realm of our dark kingdom. It's the only thing that Alpha Zac requests to have. An artificial paradise all by herself. A man-made river with falls surrounded by black roses. If she looked further enough, she would notice only three different colors of roses. Alpha Zac is seduced by black roses. He chooses that as his symbol. A deadly combination of Death, Tragedy, and Hatred completes his mission as he lay down black roses on top of the burning bodies of his victims.

Stephanie yelled as she looked into the box. "W-what? What's wrong?" Khloe asked before she looked in? There was a rose, a single Rose, but it was unlike any she had ever seen before, it had black petals and was placed in a small puddle of blood. Another thing that was strange about this rose was that it was burning, but a very low burn like at any moment it would go out" And it stunk, real bad. So bad she had to take a step back. Stephanie lifted the rose from the box, "Are you crazy mother? You'll get burnt!" Khloe yelled horrified but was shocked when it didn't hurt her, however, half the petals turned to ash and disappeared into thin air,

He grabbed her and asked, "Why are you running away?" "I'm going to work." She patted his hand and looked around the office. She found that many colleagues were standing by. Some of them even took out their mobile phones to record and didn't intend to stop at all. "Don't worry!" He said with a smile. His blue and beautiful eyes were full of craftiness. He took out a bunch of roses from his back like magic. There should be nine roses in the bunch, all of which were extremely rare black roses. They were blooming, beautiful and charming. Their petals were like black velvet, with crystal dew on them. The fragrance of the flowers was overwhelming.

With his unruly hair and eyes as black as the night, it was enough to mistake him for a beast in the dark. The rose tattoo on his neck tells me that he is the same man who waved a black card in the bidding. "Although I appreciate your firey disposition..." Despite having a playful smile on his lips, the way he let loose those words are enough to send me cowering in the corner. As the smell of black orchids intensified, every fiber of my being is screaming for me to submit.

Still slowly shaking my head back and forth in adamant denial, I said, “No…no, that can’t be right.” My absolute unwillingness to believe such a thing amused her. “It is.” She clipped another rose for Mrs. Pan. I gaped at her. “But…” Spinning wildly, I found a rose that was an exception to her rule. “There!” I pointed. “You have a black rose, right there.” Her lips tightened as she held in a smile. “Look again, Hollander.” I stormed to the rosebush in question and knelt to its level before the redness of it began to show through. “I’ll be damned,” I murmured in awe. “It’s not black; it’s just a dark, dark red.”

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.

'' She sighs, deeply before cupping onto my face; letting me face her. Within seconds, she has her lips planted on mine for a loveless yet lustful kiss. Both of her hands are cupping onto my face for a better access and as she deepens the kiss, I respond back by grabbing harshly onto her hair; causing her to smirk. I look down at her lips with hatred all over my eyes but I can never harm her. Harming her would also harm Rose. I can't.

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

You fucking bastard! I narrow my eyes at him, taking note of his features in case I miraculously survive this encounter. His hair is a dark auburn, and his eyes that watch me with amusement, are a dark blue. His attire was a black suit which seemed out of place considering he was standing in an alleyway. A mustard tie broke up the blackness of the suite, a badge with the initials 'R.T' easily visible as the light reflected off of it. If I manage to escape, I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars.