Deadly Rose Novels & Stories

My husband died in a fire trying to save me, leaving behind a mountain of debt and a newborn child. I worked hard to pay off the debt while raising the child, only to unintentionally discover that my husband hadn’t died at all. Instead, he was sleeping with my cousin. “Honey, you’re so clever. You transferred all the company funds and faked your death, leaving that stupid wife of yours to shoulder all the debt. “She’s so clueless that she doesn’t even realize the son she’s raising isn’t hers, that I swapped him out. Once she’s done paying off the debts, the three of us can live a great life together.”

"Take the board. Destroy the traitors. And come back to me." "Always," she whispered. She gave me one final, deep kiss that tasted of lingering fever and dark victory, then turned and walked out into the morning fog, leaving the Ghost behind and stepping into the light as the most dangerous woman in high society.

“If I were really beneath you, you wouldn’t waste so much energy trying to break me.” “You—” She raised her hand and I raised my brow, my gaze icy, daring her to land that slap. Her lips parted, then pressed into a thin line. She lowered her hand slowly, her eyes red with anger. For once, she didn’t have a quick retort. But I wasn't done. I stepped closer to her, lowering my voice to an icy whisper. I wanted her to feel every word. “You’re right about one thing, Rosemary. Rubyrose is gone. She died in that bathtub. What you see now…” I let the words hang, watching her

Some middle-aged guy broke into a woman's apartment in the middle of the night, tortured her to death, and then dove off the thirteenth-floor balcony. It was nasty enough to have the whole office buzzing. By dinner time, the police released the names: Julian and Lily. I raised an eyebrow. Nice. Supposed they finally got their 'happily ever after.'

Walking near one of the tables with the cast irons I see some herbs and various plants that I recall seeing in one of the books I've read. And in the table without the cast irons, I see it. A vase and some gloves. A vase that had a plant with rounded leaves and lobed segments of purple helmet shaped flowers. "Aconitum napellus. It's usually called Wolfsbane." Silas says behind me. I stare at it entranced. Who knew something so beautiful can be so deadly? Every part of Wolfsbane is poisonous, from its stem, leaves, and flowers. It has to be grown separate from other plants, accidentally touching it or even ingesting edible plants that might have been too near it will cause death.

It was such a beautiful moment that when I went down on one knee, I actually shed a tear! I grabbed the bouquet of the black roses from my side and smiled evilly. The black rose is a mysterious bloom that can convey many meanings. The color black has often been synonymous with death and mourning and is usually used at funerals. But black roses do have more meaning as well. They can stand for the beginning of new things and major changes. Dear darlo, I assure you that nightmares will become your reality. It will dance in front of you and with you constantly. It will also sing a lullaby for you in your sleep. It will never leave you alone.

Scarlet POV For the second time in a row, I woke up to an empty bed. However, this time, my finger touched something hard. Opening my eyes, I saw there was a single red rose laying across his pillow with a note attached to it. Smiling as I sat up and opened the note to read it. Dear My Future Luna,

She took a blade dipped in wolfsbane and slit her own throat. Kai could barely believe what Dutt had just told him. Rose couldn't kill herself, it was impossible. It wasn't not in her captain ter to committ suicide. Yet the hard look in Dutt's eyes told him what the Beta had just said wasnt some sick joke. Rose was really dead. "Shocking right? That's what I thought too; those of us who saw it happen couldn't believe it."

"Deal. This time, we do right by her." Just then, Dante's phone rang. It was his assistant. "Boss..." The voice was frantic, terrified. "I have news about Miss Rose... but..." "We think... we think Miss Rose has been killed." The phone slipped from Dante's hand and crashed to the floor.

Her steps slowed when she saw him—them, standing so close to each other that an accidental movement would make their lips meet. He looking into Rain's eyes with an expression Andrea had never seen before whenever he looked at her. His arm was around the girl’s waist and the other in between them...A red rose in both their grasps and blood dripping down from both their arms. Who was bleeding? She couldn’t tell. But she hated the sight in front of her, the fact that a man as powerful as Alexander wasn’t even aware of his surroundings just because of the bitch in front of him. They were both lost in their own little world.