Black Rose Book Novels & Stories

“Because if miss Rose really involved in these murders directly or indirectly it would be simply alerting the culprit.” “Red Rose is already outsmarted to leave a single clue, this killer wasn’t even captured in any single security camera, it’s like he/she appears from the fog and disappears in the fog.” Henry’s long explanation had resulted in Alex drowning in thoughts more and talk less. “You may go now.” Alex wave his hand and Henry went out silently. The file contains the details of Rose that caught Alex’s attention. He opened the file and again his gaze fell on the album-sized photo of Rose.

"Come with me, and I will show you." With much reluctance, Esper took the tiny hand and followed. As they walked, the white room slowly faded into a dark void with only an illuminated crystal walkway as their path. Off in the distance, Esper could see a floating crystalline structure covered in overgrown blue rose bushes. When she reached the entrance of the rose garden, Esper halted in her steps. Lying in the center atop a bed of blue roses was a woman with overflowing silver hair, moon white skin, elongated ears, and slanted eyes. "Who is that?"

She couldn't even bring herself to break the annoying alarm clock as this one was a customized one. The particular clock had a voice which always started with a sweet voice,"wakie wakie baby.... Rise and shine my queen..." But that was not the only reason, the reason we're never the words...nope... not at all... The reason was the voice... It belonged to Rudra... She still finds it a mystery to solve that how her friend caught a hold of Rudra's voice that too such sweet one... Groaning, she picked up her alarm clock on her nightstand, Sakshi looked at the time and said,

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ Rose didn't even look up from the book. "It's called 'In a Monster’s Bed.'"

I’m sure it’ll happen one day. I realize that I haven’t made it past a single page of my book. Ironically, it’s about pup-bearing. Rose has read—and re-read—every book in the castle library on childbirth, and since I’m both guarding her and hoping to have pups of my own one day, I’m trying to catch up with her on the reading part just so I know everything she knows, so I’ve checked out a few books of my own.

He replied and waved it in the air. Aiden smiled. “Okay what do we have to do?!.” He asked. “We need a black rose, one hundred candles each with a different color. A blue rose and …” “Liam, hold up!!. Black roses don't exist!.” Helios said. “Neither does blue!!.” Marshal and Aiden said. “The exist!, the black roses Yennefer used are substitutes, she used the blood of a…” “A what?!.” They asked him. “A Brachiopods!.”

he said and began walking away. Rose closed her eyes and breathed deeply. For a second, she thought he was going to ask her about the book she had been reading. “Rose,” Grim called. She opened her eyes to see Grim staring intently at her. “Let me see the book you were reading,” “I wasn't...” “Don't lie to me Rose, book. Now!” She reached her hands and stalled. “Rose,” There was no going around this. She brought out the book and gave it to him.

The waterfall roared louder than usual, but a rancid smell overpowered the usual scent of roses. Rogues were waiting for her, not Xavier. One of them was the unkempt man from the market. Rose readied herself, then she felt him. Xavier, running flat out, drawn by the bond. He burst into the clearing, eyes blazing. “Rose, run!” “No, we fight together.” Then the wild roses moved like a living thing. They had always grown thick here, but tonight they came alive. Vines wrapped her ankles, thorns gentle against her skin, petals brushing her face.

" There were plenty of flower shops along the way, but none of them satisfied Willow. Eventually, she picked a store that looked clean and pretty and had beautifully wrapped flowers. Willow stepped inside. The shop owner greeted her with a smile. "What kind of flowers do you want to buy, kid?" "Roses!" Willow declared boldly. She heard that roses symbolized love. If she gave roses to her parents, they would surely understand just how much she loved them. The shop owner led her to the roses. "You can choose the roses, kid." "Thank you." Willow watched carefully from the side. There were different colors of roses—white ones, red ones, and even roses that gradually transitioned from white to bl

I barked, turning my back to her. Instead of leaving, the soft click of her heels came closer. She rounded the desk and cornered me right against my leather chair. Seraphina didn't care about my dark mood. She deliberately leaned in close, letting her heavy, expensive floral perfume fill my senses, a scent I used to know intimately. She slid the documents onto the desk, then slowly ran her manicured hands up my chest, letting her palms rest heavily on my shoulders. She squeezed the thick muscles of my neck.