Black Roses Book Novels & Stories

Rose White an 18 years old innocent flawless beauty who started loving someone all her life even before knowing what is LOVE. Unfortunately she doesn't know by then the man who is her world is not her soulmate but the man who is going to tear her soul apart by scattering her heart into million pieces which can never be repaired. Alexander Black an 26 year old arrogant ruthless billionaire heir whose ways of dealing with his enemies will make them fear him even in their next birth. Love such a wonderful emotion which can fill ones life with colorful dreams but at the same if it's not valued it can haunt you till eternity.

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

Rosie said, “I am a wolf. Shall I shit and show you my shiny wolf coat? Being called a demon is a slur for wolves.” “I look… different,” I murmured not hearing Rosie’s and Daisy’s bickering. Not beautiful like the noblewomen. Not delicate. Not ethereal. But I looked like a version of Layla who could stand next to the prince without embarrassing him completely. A version of me that wasn’t repulsive. Before I could soak that in, Rosie marched to her trunk with a sense of purpose that frightened me. She returned with a thick book, worn at the edges, and dropped it on my lap.

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

“What is it?” “It's just that, I know how to handle pack wolves, but 'The Red Rose' adds another unknown element, it makes me a little uneasy.” “The red rose? Why?” “Because she is planning on staying around here for a while.” "But you told her to leave." “Hmm, yes I did but she refused to listen. Also, the way she dropped from the trees, to stop a wolf attacking me from behind, was a shock and tells me, she is better than her reputation implies."

“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.

Rose looked so excited, I had to chuckle. “You know you’re obsessed,” I told her. “Obsessed with what?” Nate asked. “Rose here reads and writes werewolf porn,” Kimi answered. I snorted at her description of Rose’s reading preferences. “It is not porn,” she tried to defend herself. “Yes, some of them have very steamy sex scenes, but the storyline is more about finding love, and fighting rogues.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Nate said with a shake of his head.

And as Martinez stepped into the dark foyer, the heavy, suffocating scent of expensive, sweet floral perfume hit my nose, completely masking the smell of the night. Seraphina’s perfume. Martinez stopped dead in his tracks, his entire body turning into a solid block of ice beneath me as he stared into the dark, empty house.

Rose looked so excited, I had to chuckle. “You know you’re obsessed,” I told her. “Obsessed with what?” Nate asked. “Rose here reads and writes werewolf porn,” Kimi answered. I snorted at her description of Rose’s reading preferences. “It is not porn,” she tried to defend herself. “Yes, some of them have very steamy sex scenes, but the storyline is more about finding love, and fighting rogues.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Nate said with a shake of his head.

"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?"