Blood And Roses Daniel Novels & Stories

The Riders parted down the middle, and she passed through them, then flung herself into Daniel’s arms. His hand wrapped around her head and his other arm tugged her close to him. “What are you doing out here? It’s freezing.” His cloak draped over her shoulders, then Agamori nodded to the men to leave. When Daniel’s hand slid to her cheek, Rosemary noticed the blood as she pulled it free and grabbed for the other hand. “Oh, Daniel! What happened to you?” He backed her out of the stables and shook his head. “Nothing, it’s not my blood. I won, we won.” He balled his filthy hands and rubbed his lips against her cheek. “Why are you out of bed? You need your rest.”

his mom death and anything. Jack was like a brother to him and Daniel definitely didn’t want anything bad to happen to him! Then as in the midst of chaos and dance of macabre of life and death, Daniel gaze fell to something that lay on the sheet. It was something red but not blood but… A… rose petal? He must have taken it, feeling more confused and scared now. How did Jack choke on a rose petal??

He carried a large bouquet of roses and looked at me with a mix of regret and longing. "I was blind, Rosie. It felt like I was living in a dream before. Now that I've woken up, I realize I can't live without you." The set fell silent as everyone turned to watch. Allen had no shame declaring this in front of so many people. I felt thankful for having eaten lightly that morning; at least I had not thrown up yet. Allen continued his self-absorbed speech, "Can you give me another chance? Let's start over. We were engaged after all—"

He clenched his fists as he stared out the window of his penthouse, the city sprawling below him like a maze. "You lied to me, Matteo," he murmured to himself. "You think you can hide her from me?" A sharp knock interrupted his thoughts. Rafael turned, narrowing his eyes at his trembling informant. "You said you found something," Rafael said, voice like silk wrapped around a blade. The man nodded, sweating through his shirt. "In Matteo’s jacket... sir. We found... this." He handed Rafael a small, dried rose, stained dark red. Blood roses.

He kissed me back, hard and consuming, as if he could devour the pain right out of me. For a heartbeat, I let myself vanish in that kiss—pretend I was someone else, somewhere else, untouched by betrayal. The next thing I knew, the world blurred—his arm around me, the press of a door closing, sheets tangled beneath my trembling hands. Morning hit like a cruel joke. I woke tangled in unfamiliar sheets, my head pounding, my lips swollen. The stranger from the bar lay beside me, half-covered, the shadows of his muscles stark against the pale dawn light. Even asleep, he radiated danger, power… something I couldn’t name.

Only those many years had saved him from death. “I brought... the roses... sir...” he said fearfully, and it only took one glare to understand that he had to leave them on the table and get the hell out. I watched them for a long time. Red as blood and perfumed like the scent of a lusty woman. That was when I took out the lighter and lit one of them, watching it burn to ashes, dying before my eyes. I was so damn pleased to see its petals burn and fall off the bulb. Then I lit another one, and the feeling was even more exhilarating. Like I had the power of life and death.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

PROLOGUE "Red is always symbolizing love. But for Rose it had never been love. It was blood. Even her name has red on it. Blood that she hates. If she has the time to turn things back on, she will never ever tie herself to the man that she once loved. "

The blood splashed on her face before the body fell on the floor. Ivory fell limply on the floor, when she killed the assassin it felt like all her strength had vanished as if the adrenaline pumping in her veins had disappeared. Ivory cleaned the blood on her face and stared at her blood stained palm, she began to breakdown. She couldn’t believe she killed someone, controllable tears streamed down her blood stained face. She looked at Chloe direction and noticed Chloe was lying in a pool of her own blood. She staggered to Chloe and quickly held her head on her lap. Chloe’s blood stained her hand. She noticed a large wound at the back of Chloe’s head so she placed her hand on Chloe’s wound an

She beamed and said, “yes, I have talked to dad and he wants us to get married in the span of one month at most.” Rudra nodded and muttered, “fine, now please leave me alone. And for God’s sake, you are chief doctor and do some work.” Kiara moved out of the cabin and her minions instantly joined her tailing behind her. Rudra heaved a deep breath to control his anger that want to escape... he slumped in his chair and held his head in his hands. His gaze fell on the two frames on his table. One of his family with his three lovely angels and his father. His mother; Gayatri, his sister; Sanjana, and his grandmother. His lips curved into a small smile seeing them all smiling. But them his gaze fe