Black Hat With Rose Novels & Stories

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

I picked up one of the books on the most macabre killers to exist, trying to ignore Lissa digging in Rose's underwear drawer as she pulled out bras and their matching panties. "Which one do you think Rose will want to wear?" I looked up at Lissa's sudden question to see her holding up two different swimsuits. The one in her left hand was a bright blood-red, the top would be less revealing than the bottoms. It had a high neck, but most of it was made from lace, the cups on the bra being the only thing backed by a solid fabric. The swimsuit in her right hand was solid black. The bottoms were high waisted while the top was a bandeau of sorts.

“I am a woman. I understand better than you. We can’t lose what’s in her head. All you have to do is marry her and I will control her for you.” I sighed, already walking toward my car. “Alright, Mum. I will need to get something for her.” She hummed approval and hung up. I drove to the flower shop. Sky loved flowers, especially black roses. Rare, dramatic, just like her. I parked and walked in. My mood shattered the second I saw William. He stood at the counter, swiping his card, talking casually to the manager. A stunning arrangement of black roses sat in front of him glittering accents, a tiny crown detail, and a custom “A” tag.

The hall was silent, except for Roses’ soft whimpers. Nightbane’s gaze never left me. His wolf—weak, dyin, still managed to claw through his eyes, burning red like a wound that refused to heal. “Fel,” he breathed. Just one word, but it shattered the walls I’d built. I staggered to my feet, clutching Roses. “What are you doing here?” My voice was raw, breaking. I handed Roses to my mother and clutched my chest, “You’re not supposed to—”

Rose said and stayed quiet. I stayed with my head low. Why was she so quiet? “Liam… kneel,” Rose whispered. Eyes wide, I looked at her. Then, using her powers, I kneel abruptly. What was Rose doing? I tried to question her but stopped myself. Her eyes were no longer grey but black. She was wearing a red silk robe. “Liam… I will ask you once, and you better answer me; honestly,” Rose said without looking at me, “The hunters, What are they looking for?”

Alberto's voice echoed in Alice's mind and she got lost in thoughts. She remembered the moments when someone changed the meaning of that flower for her. She remembered how Adrian took her to his house. How he got on his knees and gave her a bouquet of twenty four black roses. There was a table with candle light dinner in his house. She was the happiest person that night. A diamond ring of engagement which she showed to Juliana earlier, was given by Adrian with the bouquet to her. “These black roses symbolize our love and a new start. I know that you left your parents and these days are bad for you. But from now on, even these black roses will bring you good luck.” Adrian said to Alice when h

Lin protested vehemently. Mia smiled softly. "I wish others shared your perspective. You've heard of the sacred Black Rose, haven't you?" He nodded, "Anyone who knows about the Legendary Black Princess Chi, standing right in front of me and being my best friend, must know about that Black Rose." Her smile widened at his understanding. "You know, my familiar was trapped in that rose until my birth. He told me the last petal of the rose bore a white mark, symbolizing my mate...", she narrated the entire story to him.

Ada's manager wondered aloud worriedly. "I remember you like the gothic style, Ada. How about black roses?" Alyssa suggested with a grin. "Black roses?" Ada squealed in excitement. "We decorated the previous venue with ten tons of red roses. We don't have time to redecorate everything, but switching to Essagerian black roses would be easy." Ada's face was glowing. She had liked Alyssa's first event proposal, but this second one was her dream wedding. Black roses were symbols of mystery, desire, and possession. The symbolism was unique, cool, and romantic.

“Kaelyn wanted me to give you this.” Bianca held out a black card like it offended her to touch it. Rose took it, turning it between her fingers. Matte black. Just a name stamped in sharp silver. Kaelyn Black. A number beneath it. Nothing else. “What am I supposed to do with this?” Rose asked, glancing up. Bianca looked at her the way people looked at something they’d stepped in. Then she gave a small, careless shrug.

Inside the bag, besides all the explosives that were carefully placed in there, I saw two roses crossed over each other, just lying there on top of everything. However, these weren't just your run of the mill roses that you could find in a bouquet or flower shop, no. These were elusive black roses. And they had been well taken care of during their time. The petals were still soft and smooth as I ran my fingers over them. They were also well preserved too. The steams were healthy and prickly, but also without their thorns. I had always admired them throughout my life and bought some whenever they ever popped up and stored them away.