Deadly Rose Novels & Stories

Helixis filled the entire front page. Their logo, their crimes, and their history. They included exposés, names, timelines, and investigations. Below it was the name: Rose Sinclair. It was like the world had suddenly woken up to a nightmare we had lived inside for months. “Deadliest organization of the century,” the headline screamed. I closed the paper and let it fall on my lap. For a moment, I just breathed and existed.

Gradually, she picked up a little rose and brought it to her nose, inhaling the soothing and fresh fragrance of it, she brought it before her gaze, and instantly the red rose turned a pitch black in her arms, and slowly, it faded into ashes and the specks of dust flee across the sky. "He was never like a rose, always been dark" she scoffed and picked up a sunflower, putting it into her basket with a smile. "It's either you come out or I came you" she turned sharply and her eyes flashed a furious shade of gold and a being appeared before her. Skin pale as the dead, pupils whitish and, hair pale, she frowned in contempt. "You are repulsing, Dya" The dead flesh scoffed. "I try to survive, Maye"

The rain had not stopped for hours, drumming against the penthouse windows like a quiet omen. Alyssa stood alone in her office, fingers brushing the sharp edges of a crimson rose left on her desk—an anonymous delivery with no card, only thorns. Fitting, she thought. Beauty that cut skin open. Perfect for the war she was about to start. Tonight, every move mattered. Every lie. Every alliance. Every knife. And every rose. --- Alyssa’s Dangerous Proposal

She was his responsibility to look after and promised the Lord that he would protect her like a daughter. Rose’s training went well! She thought Cain took it too easy on her, however she was grateful. Her muscles had muscles that hurt, and ones she never knew she had, hurt! By the end of the day she was able to flip that big giant over her from a charge and get away! Next step will be to do it from standing still and then learning to attack back! Rose could barely contain herself, this was happening! Everything she had dreamt about someday accomplishing is on the right track! As she ignored Madame Gruage and went right for a hot soak bath, Rose reflected on that for a minute. “Everything has

Logan says. I turn to Killian, hoping for backup. He shakes his head. "You're not old enough for boys, Drea. Or a phone." Before I can argue, Dorathy and Cade come in and take their seats at opposite ends of the table. "What's this about boys and phones?" Dorathy asks. I glance at her, briefly distracted — her pearl necklace catches the light. She told me once that Cade gave it to her on their first anniversary. It's the kind of love I want someday.

Something big was stirring and I'll have to find out what it was one way or another. DIMITRI'S POV It's getting out of hand!! Loosing thirty good men in two months was alarming. Not that I gave two fucks about them or their families. Death was inevitable on their part and they knew what they were getting into when they joined the syndicate but it was a reduction on my own part and if that fucker De Luca wasn't responsible, who was??? The corpses of those fallen soldiers were tattooed with the initials R.J and the way they were killed was brutal. Most of their body parts were amputated and I must admit, whoever was responsible was a cold blooded killer.

City A, 15 years ago, in a dilapidated house, the firelight was slowly spearing to every corner. The fire made a crackling, crackling, ticking sound that echoed in the stillness of the night. Suddenly, the fire flared up violently. It engulfed everything it passed through. In that deadly fire, the image of a rose playing in the sea of ​​​​fire slowly appeared. It shone extremely brightly and then began to fade to ashes. That rose was like his heart. Since that day, his heart had died, left only the animosity.

“To end someone’s life?” “Sometimes,” Eton said after a moment. “But most people I killed were scums so I didn’t lose sleep over it. Besides, I worked for the SRL at the time, so the kills were perfectly legal.” For some reason, his tone turned almost mocking at the word ‘legal.’ “SRL?” Kaia asked. “The Federal Security Service,” Eton clarified. “Oh?” Kaia asked. “Yes.” “Is this where you know the President from?” Kaia asked.

Marybeth nodded, biting her lower lip, "Camille Something." "Yep, that's her," Elijah said, pointing at the first photo of a lifeless woman slumped against a Bridgewater couch. If it wasn't for the glimpses of white in her sleep set, it would have been hard to tell what colour it was before the gruesome attack. Like her blonde hair, it was soaked with blood. It was the black rose at her feet that caught Marybeth's eye, though. She'd seen black roses before. On P*******t. But she never thought they were actually real—

Everyone calms down. "Hello everyone." She said loudly "My name is Rosaline Campton. Or as most of you would know me as Rose Campton, Daughter of Rebecca and Jaxon Campton." Most of the crowd gasped, as she said her name. "THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE, I KILLED MOST OF THE PUREBLOODS." Riftan roars standing up, Riley growling loudly.