Cedric Blood In Roses Novels & Stories

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Blood stained my white dress and the psychopath flashed me a toothy grin. "Stop it!! Stop it you bastards" Royce screamed and made an angry dash for Nicolai , hitting him with his tiny fist. The big man brushed him off harshly, pulled out his gun and shot Royce twice in the head. I screamed in horror and rushed to lift his body from the floor. "Royce wake up! We need to leave...Royce???" I sniffled. "Royce??" He didn't respond, just his pale grey eyes staring back at me unblinking with a small hole in his forehead.

or "Why have you ended up like this?" But neither of those phrases rolled off the tip of my tongue. I couldn't bring myself to, faced with this once beautiful, well-behaved student. Just then, a series of footsteps approached. Cedric appeared, his leather shoes clicking against the floor. He bent down and grabbed Rose by her thinning hair, chastising lightly, "How disobedient! Those who act as informants shall be punished." With that, he produced a dagger from his waist and swiftly severed her five fingers.

Her presence and scent still lingered there and Cedric found comfort there. The woman didn't even allow him to close the car door when he stepped before rushing to meet him. “Cedric Brooks, what the hell is your problem? How dare you threaten the life of the woman who is carrying your child?” Rosa lashed out, “I didn't raise you like this…”

I pick up the pace. “You constantly undermine me. I appreciate your input but this is my life’s work. Scarpati wrote this and taught me every detail. I’m trying to portray this balled as he taught me and you are overstepping!” She snaps back. Damn straight! “You seem to like men who overstep. You certainly don’t mind when that playboy does it. Perhaps I’ve taken the wrong approach with you?!” Cedric yells frustratedly. I turn the corner and can see them in the distance on the stage. Cedric lunges for her and kisses her forcefully with his hands on her ass. A startled Rosalie pushes him back and yells “No!” And he forces himself on her again, groping her body.

Rose's attitude a while ago didn't seem like that of an ordinary girl who didn't like to see other women having many suitors. Rose immediately blushed. "I... I like this type of guy. He has good facial features and a particularly tall and buff body figure. Look at his body... I can tell he's amazing from a glance..." The last few words made Cedric's face darken. He was amazing... Amazing in what aspect? Cedric got the wrong idea. Since he previously asked Elizabeth such an indescribable question and gotten an answer from her, he would subconsciously make comparisons whenever he saw another man. He would then compare that man with Lucas' body figure again in his mind.

Her fear prevented her from making that choice. Roosevelt saw that Rose was perplexed. She shook her head and cursed herself. "There is another prediction that I made. One that is much worse." With a snap of her finger, the scene changed again. What she showed left Rose petrified. There was Rose soaking standing in the middle of a street. Her clothes and hands were splattered with blood. The buildings left and right were destroyed and there were corpses scattered all over. Among those corpses were the corpses of her friends. Yuki, Cecilia… Matthew. Their bodies were covered in blood and their faces were frozen in horror.

Unlike the pencil and crayon that ought to be on paper in a child’s room, blood was used to write the message. The blood was still fresh and left a metallic scent in the air, and I squinted my eyes to be able to read the message properly. She sleeps like an angel, and angels belong in heaven, don’t they, Damien Creed? I hear a gasp from behind me and spin around to see Rosaline standing behind me with horrified eyes. She was paler than a ghost, and her eyes were red with tears and fear. She bolted to our daughter’s bed and shook Ariana vigorously.

Matthew had never expected things to escalate this way. He stood helpless as his best friend fell, unable to act in time. The thought running through his mind at that moment was a mix of anger and disbelief: how could Curtis and the Adonis family have been so careless? Could love have blinded Curtis’s eyes and dulled his senses? But now wasn’t the time for such thoughts. Gunfire erupted all around, forcing Matthew to move swiftly to avoid it.

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…