Blood On A Rose Novels & Stories

Smith's accounts, there haven't been any transactions at all…" John tapped his fingers on the desk, irritable and growled coldly, "She's the one who planted the black roses, didn't she? Always playing such nonsensical tricks just to get me to go looking for her… Just to make me cave to her whims! "Go! Bring some men with you and search every inch of this villa. If she's really in this villa, make her kneel before Lara and apologize! "Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!"

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

He said and chuckled. "No, Obviously No." She said while rolling her eyes. "Now, let me pluck the thorn out of your back." She continued and observed that a large thorn has punctured his back with a large stem and few petals of a dark red rose similar to black shade. "It's okay darlo. The person should not be afraid of thorns if they crave for roses." He said while Irina plucked out the penetrated stem of a rose. He acted to hiss in a pain.

He raised his head to look at her, like he was surprised to see her there. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She’d asked as she tried to pry open his fist. He’d let her, opened it up easily and let her take the rose from his now bloody palm, the flower fell to the floor. “Shit!” She exclaimed as pulled up the hem of her oversized t-shirt and proceeded to clean the blood from his palm. “Are you insane?” she whipped her head up to look at him “Why would you hold a rose that way, didn’t you ever learn that you have to avoid the thorns?”

*** 🦋 *** 🦋 BENITA CELESTINE 🦋 I found myself wading through a sea of crimson blood, the sticky liquid sucking at my feet with every step. The metallic scent filled my nostrils, making my stomach churn. I trailed after the blood, my heart pounding in my chest, unsure of where it would lead me. As I followed the trail, I suddenly came face-to-face with Rose. Her eyes gleamed with hatred, and her smile was a cold, calculated gesture. But what made my blood run cold was not how she looked at me, but what she held in her hands – the severed head of Nikita. Blood dripped from it, forming a small pool on the ground.

He moved out of the way and subsequently opened the drawer. In the drawer were Sylvia’s completed wood carvings. Besides a wooden Rubik’s cube and a wooden crown, there were also a few other things. However, what grabbed Odell’s attention the most was a “red” rose. Each petal on the rose was bright red in color and had obviously been stained with blood! Odell’s expression turned frigid. With the rose in his grip, he asked Sylvia, “Where did the blood on this come from?” Sylvia knit her eyebrows tightly but did not answer.

The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection. Kaia, surprised and touched by Beau's whimsical move, accepted the rose with a radiant smile. The exchange added a unique and personal touch to their union, creating a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of all who witnessed it. The red rose, now a part of their shared narrative, became a poignant symbol of the spontaneity and romance woven into the fabric of their love story.

I heard him chuckle, the reason for me to look at him. “It is okay, Calliope. I'm a vampire and we heal faster than humans, in not a minute it will begin to fade. Don't worry too much”, he said, pulling his hand from me. It is just that I feel like it was my fault since I pulled his hand. I looked at him when he continued to pick the rose he was picking earlier. “This is for you, lady Calliope”, he said as he handed me the rose with his blood on the stem. I was surprised by that since I know how much he treasures his plants, especially the Genus Rosa.

When at last I lift my head, something catches my eye in the growing twilight. At the exact place where my hand pressed deepest into the mud, where my tears mixed with rain and soaked into earth that has known too much sorrow, a single stem pushes through the soil with the determined grace of life asserting itself against all logic. As I watched in wonder, it grew with supernatural speed, unfurling into something impossible and beautiful. A rose. Red as the blood that once stained my hands. The bloom seems to glow with its own inner light, untouched by the rain that has soaked everything else.

The instant formation of tears in her eyes made her not able to think of a plan to prevent that from happening. I had a feeling she would somehow try to ruin our meetup with Hope so I didn’t delay a minute and joined Silas in the car. As the car started driving off, I noticed Roxanne standing in the doorway holding the blue rose in her hands. I bet she tried to run after us but we had left already. “Umm, what is up with that blue rose?” I had to ask about that rose because I have seen her play with it a lot. There was something very weird about that rose apart from the fact that it never dies and is not even artificial.