Black Rose Book Novels & Stories

Selling me out to this monster just like they'd sold out every piece of my childhood happiness for their own sick satisfaction. "I admit, I was a bit jealous that the Black Rose was having you all to themselves," Nikolai continued, completely oblivious to—or more likely, enjoying—the way his words were destroying me piece by piece. "But now that I have you, I can destroy those men and take back everything they stole from me." His smile widened, predatory and cold. "Starting with you." "I'm not yours," I managed to say, though the words came out as barely more than a whisper. "And I want no part in your sick revenge plan."

The dark rose’s delicate petals on Rosen’s hip were pulsing with a faint, unnatural crimson glow. “The vessel who bears the Rose is required to remain untouched. Pure. Sealed.” Killian let out a short, scoffing laugh. “You honestly expect me to take the Crows’ religious fairy tales seriously?” He still couldn’t fully accept any of it. The entire thing sounded absurd. A male vessel. A sacred rose. Too fucking ridiculous. “The Black Rose is a parasite,” Luken insisted flatly. “A very old, very real symbiotic organism. It feeds on the host’s life force. I can’t say for certain if it grants their kind fortune. But the mark is kept dormant by absolute purity.”

“You okay, bro?” “Never better. Take a closer look at this rose. What do you see?” I asked him, waving the half-dead burnt flower in his face. “Just a burnt flower and an odd cousin. Are you sure you are, ok? You don’t seem so” He was being overly concerned. I walked around the table and ended up standing right in front of him. “Take a second look!” I insisted in an even more persuasive tone. “Okay, I’ll help you a little. This burnt flower, as you call it, is my next victim,” I explained as I lasciviously stroked the burnt velvet petals.

So, Amber had to drag Heather to these events. Rose grabbed her drink and took a swig. So, she could drown the warning growl. Annoyed by Heather noticing how attractive Ty was. She knew this wasn’t a normal attraction. Why would she care if someone liked a stranger? Her brain came back for one reason. Mate. She could feel her body welcome at that thought, and she panicked. “Excuse me. I need the bathroom. Mind my drink, I’ll be back.” She threw herself from her chair and rushed away. While in the bathroom, she splashed water on her face and thought long about how she overreacted to this. While drying her hands, Rose’s cellphone rang. Frowning, the girls would have just followed her into the

The Black Rose was the only flower in a graveyard of ice. But then, she heard it. A faint, rhythmic beeping from her tactical comms. A signal, not from the place she was but from the different dimensions. A path of serenity that no one understood.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

CHAPTER FIVE CALEB'S POV I picked up my lighter and pack of cigarettes and moved to the still figure. Her head was tilted down, her hair spreading out and hiding her face from my view. I has been slightly disappointed that the girl had refused to open her eyes and watch me fuck the shit out of Bella. The horrified look on her face when she saw my dick was gratifying and funny as hell. I shuffled my feet on the floor. She didn't even stir. I sighed and pushed her slightly on her shoulders. She still didn't stir a muscle

“Okay, that’s enough posturing and manly displays of dominance! Your plan failed; your attack is over! Now leave or die here.” All heads turn to the trees, as we see The Red Rose, walk out of the forest and onto the green. Her red cloak casts a striking image, floating in the breeze as she walks, and the top of her face covered by her hood as always. She has nine kids following her, and one in her arms, holding on as though afraid she will disappear. Also, a bloody blade, is held steadily in her right hand, dripping fresh blood as she walks. ** "Impossible!"

and left the kitchen. My hands were itching to spill her young innocent blood. I wouldn't be giving her an easy death; It'll be slow and painful as payment for the time and resources we've spent looking for her and when father comes back from his trip, I'll give him her corpse as a welcome home present I concluded with a chuckle. ROSELLE'S POV.

“Friends and families discount.” Ollie paid the florist and then put the box of lilies inside his backpack before he plucked a single red rose from one of the shelves to his left. “Here.” He placed the rose in my hand. “It matches your hair.” Then Ollie turned around and walked toward the door without waiting for me while I stood there with my cheeks turning the same shade of red as the rose in my hand.