Blue Rose Overlord Novels & Stories

Taking her bag from the floor she removed the map she had hidden ‘well that’s one of the perks of this map, it detects when enemies are approaching’. Raising an eyebrow Alfred inquired ‘how’? Opening the map, she showed them all what she meant. ‘Well this blue dot is us, when the bear was approaching there was a red dot’ ivory explained carefully. ‘So I’m guessing red dot means danger’ nara said smiling. ‘Yes’ ivory responded. Looking at indigo Alfred asked. ‘Can you help us all by cutting the ice bear after all we need to share it all’. Nara raised an eyebrow at Alfred, seeing Nara look, Alfred sighed then added.

That night, I sat alone in my tent. I held on to one of Scarlett’s scarves I had taken from her clothes. She had tied it in her hair once during our very eventful nights. Her scent lingered on the scarf. Scarlett’s scent filled me up, she haunted me. Not in the way a ghost would. But like a promise. I had conquered more land than any other King that came before me, even my crazy father. But I couldn’t stand to lose Scarlett over some silly conquests. I had something more than a throne to protect. I had… what I had with her.

She was wearing a pair of tіght bluе denim Lеvі jеаnѕ which dіѕрlауеd hеr mаrvеlоuѕ fіgurе. Rose hаd оn short red lеаthеr boots wіth ѕеmі-роіntеd tоеѕ wіth a walking hееl, ѕtуlіѕh, соmfоrtаblе аnd sexy. Rose's blouse was whіtе voile cotton. Thе еmbrоіdеrеd peasant blоuѕе hаd satiny ѕkу bluе embroidery оn thе frоnt, the ѕlееvеѕ аnd аrоund the neck. Thе ѕmосkеd neckline hаd a ѕkу-bluе tasseled nесklіnе tіе аt thе center front. There were mаtсhіng trailing tаѕѕеl ties оn the thrее -ԛuаrtеr sleeves, thе hem-unadorned.

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

I heard the front door of the pack house open, and I swung around to see who was coming in. "Ah, Layla. Looks like the maids haven't taken the trash out yet, huh?" Max snickered to Alex. I saw a small grin come across her face, and it made my heart swell. She looked at me, and once our eyes met, everything went silent. I could see the love and indifference in her eyes. I knew she had feelings for me, i'm her mate. But I also know that with Layla here, it's putting Alexandria into a difficult situation. She got screwed over with her first mate, she doesn't deserve this shit with her second chance mate. I'm just grateful she finally decided to come back to DemonCrest with me.

“How many people have you killed, Blue... Iris?” Her eyes suddenly widened, lips parted, then she gulped, but the gun remained pressed against my groin. “H-how d-did you know?” Her question was hesitant and wary. Huh! I could distract her. “My mom had a flower shop. Of all the flowers, she chose iris to bring home every day and placed it in my room. As annoying as it is, I liked the blue one. Your eyes are blue like an iris flower. They remind me of her.”

The mere thought of her being in the same room with someone else was disturbing. Ace is a smooth talker, he could make any girl fall for him, completely obsessed with blue eyes and boyishly handsome. Roselle on the other hand is very beautiful, blue eyed and young, prone to falling for someone like him if I were to consider age group or perhaps her taste. Not like I know anything about her taste is!!. I clenched my fists at the thought of her preferring my brother or falling in love with his charms. Running my fingers through my hair, I forced myself to think about something else but the memory of her massaging my head with her slim long fingers while we kissed filled my head.

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

When she tried to create distance between them, he pulled his hand out of her grasp and then picked up the rose that had fallen then he wrapped his other hand around her waist and pulled her even closer, her chest against his stomach, she could feel every slow breath he took, her knees weakened and almost became mush. He handed the bloody rose over to her, she reached for it, subconsciously collecting it from him...feeling the wetness of his blood against her fingers. “Rain...” he said. The edges of his lips curled up and his hold on her waist tightened. Rain held her breath and waited…

He had no idea the significance of the blue rose. Driz and Peter bonded outside of the castle during the ball over their love for flowers. He had mentioned a blue rose that he had found in his parent's garden one day. Ever since then he had been experimenting to try to create the blue rose again. Driz was astonished to hear that there was even such a thing. Blue was Driz's favorite color, and the rose was her favorite flower. "She's a blue rose? So what does that mean? She's impossible? She's cold? I don't understand."