Blue Rose Overlord Novels & Stories

"I know Saffron has been hard at work on your gown, but I was hoping to change your mind." What came unfurling out of the bag when Wesley unzipped it took Esper's breath away. It was a gorgeous white and blue Victorian gown with a rose motif. The white bodice and overskirt had embroidered blue roses and white and blue fabric formed in the shape of roses sewn along the dress, and the underskirt was the same shade of blue as the roses on the main portion. "This is absolutely beautiful. Where did you find this?" Esper asked as she carefully inspected the dress.

He asked Christopher who placed a red flag on the location. “This is a few miles from your lair,” Dominick mumbled as Bella stood to check on it. “Lair?” Landon asked. “Well,” Bella shrugged. “I’ve been an assassin, dad.” Landon sighed as he checked out the situation. “We need the Rose Flag check in this area.” Landon pointed to the oak tree. “Rose flag?” Dominick asked. “May I know why we are using a Rose flag?” “Rose flags are trained to be like chameleons. Or perhaps an insect that can camouflage.” He answered.

he informed The vehical that arrived to pick them up was more like a mini bus, on the way to the Villa he briefed them about the Island, the people and the tribe. Mahira learnt that the island was named Island Blue Rose because it was the only place in world where they found a rose that was blue and it was naturally cultivated, however there was a catch here, not all blue roses found here were about fragrances, there were some types that were poisonous and could kill a person.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Only ask questions you need. Avoid those people you saw at the ball, ESPECIALLY ELOISE. STEP TWO- WIN OVER THE CLAN. The only possible way to leave here successfully is my winning over the clan. But that might be impossible seeing that they have this bond with their leader and me being a human and the Blueblood for that matter won’t be easy. Another thing is that all he did was kidnap me. He’s been nice to me and sincerely holds a soft spot for me. Betraying him would be drastic, Especially if I’m caught. Because these people believe I’m his mate.

Max nodded looking behind. "She has two followers" I nodded. "I noticed. Call on Coby for me" I said and he nodded taking his cell out and I walked to Bue, "Bue, Get to my house, Get My Sedan, We'll confuse them at the most or just-" He gave me up nod before leaving. "You have 10 minutes" Max nodded leaving to inform Emrelad before I look for Rose and get her out of there. I look at the people sitting over the couch and see the man who has been following Rose. My jaw clenched as I walked towards him. His eyes were still over the girl dancing.

There is sweet classical music playing overhead, the lights are dimmed, candles are lit and there are flowers on the table along with an already prepared dinner. My eyes zero in on Rose. She looks breathtakingly gorgeous. She is dressed in a blue dress that hugs all her amazingly luscious curves and ends mid-thigh. She left her hair flowing down her back in long waves and her makeup is just on her eyes, bringing out the crystal blue and gold flecks that I love to see. She is a vision, and her breathless whisper of my name makes my dick twitch to life, for the first time in over a month.

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.