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Her fingers trailed through every one of the dark inks, Nails crawling with an intoxicating feel as they traced hard lines of muscles like she was tracing sin itself. He groaned deeply, the sound low and guttural as he bucked his hip like it could keep him grounded. Her pupils narrowed hazily and her lips pouted “You have a rose on your chest” she mumbled. “I love roses but this one seems to have tears on it” “It's Blood, dolcezza” He corrected, covering it out of sight with a palm when her countenance paled with horror flashing. “I hate blood, it smells, it's a disgusting and scary sight—it's as if the nerve cells in your brain stop working even by merely sniffing it” she retched then colla

The blood in Roses, an organization built and funded by Harry just so he could enact his long plot of revenge. An organization that took several lives, both within and outside the organization, an organization that strives to reach medical and technological advancements, not for the good of the country, but to be used and facilitated for his sole desire to seek revenge against his brother.

She already practiced her line and that is to tell them that she's not yet ready to enter a relationship. She smelled the rose before opening the card and read what's written on it. 'The redness of this rose is like the color of the blood of the innocent creatures that I'll kill if you won't be mine, Amalia.' -S. Stavros. She felt all the hair on her nape saluted and trembled in fear after she read it. She immediately threw the stem of rose and the card while her eyes heated and started to tear up.

"Please with cherry on top?" Dante shook his head. Keane folded his arms, giving Dante his cute puppy dog eyes. Zeke watched the two guys in silence. He felt like the third wheel in a bl series. He cleared his throat loudly, gaining the attention of the both of them. "Are you guys... dating?" Dante choked on his saliva. He turned to Keane with widened eyes. "Me? Date him? What am I? Blind?" Keane's smug smirk got replaced with a frown. "What's wrong with me?"

My beautiful, unique rose. - - - - - -

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.

*Bang* Red Rose kicked a Blood Golem away from her and dashed towards another to her right. Her eyes gleamed sharply as her red hair swayed in the wind, carrying the scent of blood. The Blood Golem that had gained her focus pushed forward fearlessly, knowing nothing of the thing called death. Without any hesitation the Blood Golem leapt at her, pulling back its arm and delivering a powerful blow that aimed to smash the war general of Intersection into a meat patty.

Azisha said the last part lowly so Shayari will not hear that "Oh come on Api! I am going on a date with him not on honeymoon that I should wear some hot or sexy outfit" Shayari said looking at her reflection "Hmm! I can sense that you will roam in a bikini or your honeymoon or better stay in your room naked under…….". "Api! Please not a single word." Shayari said cutting Azisha in middle as she laughed out loud "Aww my shy Rose what will happen to you after your marriage." Azisha said and Shayari blushed without her knowledge

"I heard she can't have children." "Then why is she still hanging onto the Donna Verdant title?" Daisy stood in place. Her nails dug into her palms, and her heart clenched tightly. Julia took a step forward. "You heard them, didn't you? Daisy, I'm not the only one who thinks that way." She then raised her wine glass and deliberately tilted her wrist. Red wine splashed across Daisy's face. The dark red liquid trickled down her cheeks and soaked her light blue dress, staining it in spreading blotches.