Black Rose Novels & Stories

One who was good with words and action in duality. “Do you love it?” Drystan asked, his deep voice pulling her out of her trance. Rosealba gaze flickered back to the bracelet for the first time since Drystan wore it. Her lips stretched and tears almost blurred her vision as she glared at the bracelet engraved with. ‘you are MINE, white rose.’ Rosealba exhaled throwing her head backward and fanning her eyes to eradicate the tears while Drystan just stared at her, his world revolving around her.

" 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

This is a story of a girl who will do everything for her family, Patrisse Luisa Fuentejo, decided to work in a famous clothing line for her sister’s medications. Months has passed, Jairus suddenly fell in love with her secretary without him knowing.. Will they fell in love with each other or stay as colleague?

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!.”

I raised myself slightly off her body, allowing her to slip the offensive article off my torso. "As you wish," I smirked and set my lips to work on her neck. Occasionally, she'd release an un-Alpha like whimper which only worked to spur me on. I pulled her shirt off, revealing her plump breasts as they nestled in a bright red bra. Red has never been my favorite color, it reminded me too much of blood, but on Rose, the color caused my cock to harden even more. I'd never been this hard in my life.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

He'd forgotten that he, too, used to treasure her, and yet, he was the one who abandoned her in the end. He'd forgotten way too many things, and this was his retribution now. "W-what are you saying?" Layla stepped back in disbelief, tears gushing from her eyes. "The middle notes of this perfume are rose and sandalwood," Eric said. "You said that you were deathly allergic to roses. But if that were the case, then why haven't you been having any allergic reactions when you've been wearing this every day?" Layla's eyes widened in disbelief as her face paled, her delicate makeup somewhat distorted by the terror on her face.

He leaned over the bouquet to give me a kiss. “You’re already crushing the flowers your brother got her,” Sophia added, chiding a little. “And after you begged to be the one to bring them to her!” “They’re not crushed!” Mika said, quickly stepping back and adjusting the stems. “See, they’re fine!” “They’re beautiful,” I told Mika and Azrael. The roses were a deep, rich purple, like the violet of Nightwhisper’s colours mixed with the blue of Moonriver, and tiny white sprays of flowers were scattered throughout. “Thank you all so much.”

My breath caught in my throat. The camera was showing the dark interior of my office. Standing right in front of my desk was a lone, slender figure wrapped in a heavy black silk cloak. The hood was thrown back, revealing the pale, sharp features of SERAPHINA. She was holding a glowing silver flash drive, plugging it directly into my private terminal.

“Watching my brothers now, are we?” “I heard strange noises. Turns out that it's your brothers who are up to no good again.” “The no good is called a threesome," he replied casually as if we were talking about the weather, "If I should join them, it's going to become a foursome.” I refused to focus on the mental image his words conjured in my mind, refused to think about how my core was dampening. ******** They're boys that she loathes the most. Trained to be rivals from a very young age, Human Heiress Hazel has always dismissed the Alpha Princes called Rossi Brothers and has always deemed them nothing more than misfits, useless, and arr