Deadly Rose Novels & Stories

If there's anything I know about our world, it's that the need to relive your victory is far too great that sometimes the majority toss away common sense just to have the opportunity to gloat. I hope this would be no different. I hope I would be knuckles deep in some bastard's stomach by this time tomorrow. The attendant shakes his head, his entire face covered in sweat as he looks at me and looks away repeatedly. Fucking pussy. Yet, I don't blame him. It isn't everyday one could see a member or even two of The Black Rose without dying afterwards. But then again, it isn't every time one sees a member of The Black Rose in a fucking freezer.

Then my door flies open aggressively and Felix is pulling off my sheets. "Hey!" I yell at him, tugging the sheets back but of course, it's no use. He's too fucking strong! "You need to wake up and prepare for tonight," He says, impatiently before grabbing my arm to make me sit up. I rub my eyes again, still sleepy but now I'm also annoyed. "It's hours away. Why can't I have one more hour?" Felix doesn't look happy with me but I'm too tired to care. "Because there's a lot to go through and if this doesn't go right, you will be killed, Rose! Or does that mean nothing to you?"

Yohan asked. “We’re sure enough that not many people know her by her face, that’s her biggest asset and advantage. So people don’t really know that she died… if she died.” Theo pointed out. “She was already dead for a few minutes, it’s damn near impossible they could have revived her. Was it a bad idea I sent her corpse back?” “If she did, do you think she’s trying to get back at us for doing what we did?” Oswald asked, needing a few more drinks to loosen up.

(Squad Leader Agent Rosee @ 01) Squad leader Agent Rosee, didn’t even be able to feel any discomfort, because in the room there is not even a semblance of dead bodies at all, instead in the middle of the room, a pile of blood red meat were piled up. Every living things in the room were shredded to death. After throwing a torn fire magic scrolls at the pile, Agent Rosee went back to do her work on looting everything, and then went ahead and staging the entire assault into a scenario of internal conflict.

Many roses. They found the first body in the kitchen. One of Roberto's men. Dead. With a black rose on his chest. "What…?" Dante whispered. "It's not our doing." They continued. Another body. Another. And another. All dead. All with their roses. “Is something happening?” Elena asked. Something we don’t understand. A noise. Behind them. They turned around. Roberto was there. Standing in the middle of the hallway, a pistol in his hand and a smile on his lips.

Demetria’s bones were mysteriously broken, like a twig snapped into tiny pieces. And her whole body was like a carrion. No. It was not like a carrion. It was absolutely a carrion. It was as if the Black Peruvian Rose drained every inch of life and every ember of existence from Demetria Cruise. She can no longer be identified. Perhaps even how many multiple autopsies will be conducted, no one will know the cause of her death. “Hmm, it’s really true to what the Blood Mistress said. The Black Peruvian Rose can definitely kill and suck out the life of heathens, vampires, and werewolves...”

Was she not aware that her decision was not less than suicide? “Rose. Do you want all of us to die? What have you been thinking? Did you forget that you are married to Vladimir Sokolov? That man is the second name of death! Do you really think that he wouldn't be able to find you?” Rose' eyes went wild as she recalled how He captured her when she tried to run away with Dante. “Rose, Death would be a gift for you when he caught you in case you do this stupid thing!”

No— He smiled in that sick, calculating way. And then the gunshot. And another. I couldn’t breathe. I sat frozen, my hands numb, knees locking as if standing was no longer an option. The news anchor continued. “Dominic Rossi is seen here in what experts confirm is a direct execution order involving two civilians—both later confirmed dead in an unsolved double homicide last year. Authorities believe this footage will lead to a nationwide investigation into—” The room faded. Not figuratively.

Joanna was worried about losing her wealthy boyfriend, so every day she changed her tricks. One day, Jeffrey had a hangover and had just returned home when he received a call from Joanna. The woman on the other end of the phone had a gentle voice, just as he liked it in the past. "Jeffrey, something happened in the rose garden." Jeffrey became sober at once. "What happened?" Joanna paused for a moment, trying to be mysterious. "I saw the roses growing green leaves, are they going to bloom?" Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You