Ever After High Briar Rose Novels & Stories

Because the customer specifically requested that the thorns not be removed, my hands were covered in blood by the time I finished wrapping them. When I personally took a cab to deliver them, the woman who received the flowers was this woman, Anne Chase. In the center of the roses was a card the customer had requested. "To the love of my life, Anne. From: L.H." Only at that moment did I realize L.H. was Lucas Hart. He knew very well that because I needed money, I would never turn down such a large order.

Five Years Later Briar’s POV “Congratulations to us at Ford’s interior design for becoming a partner with the AS real estate empire. To more amazing deals ahead.” Liam announced, and the hall was filled with a round of applause. “We have no one else to thank but our hardworking Briar Smith, who took it upon herself to ensure we have an undeniable best proposal. Thank you for your resilience, Briar.” He beamed at me, gesturing for me to come forward to address everyone.

In a swift, decisive motion, he drove the dagger from his sleeve straight into his heart. As blood gushed forth, Eric swiftly wrapped his arms around me, shielding me from the horror. ... The day of the funeral was draped in a curtain of unending rain. I was there to bid farewell to the past, to see Chester off on his last journey. Seth stood by the grave, his gaze fixed on me. Rain soaked his hair, his eyes were red-rimmed, and a shadow of stubble darkened his jaw, giving him a worn and weary look.

~Serah POV~ "My lady," I whispered, stepping into the chamber with the silver tray trembling in my hands. "I've brought the morning blood." The smell hit me first like sweet, and the crimson goblet rippled as my heart skipped, and then I saw Lydia lying draped over Jethro, her hair spilling across his bare chest, lips pressed to his throat.

"Don't worry. I will handle all the wedding arrangements myself. I'll make sure it's a grand affair. Our family will never treat you with anything less than the utmost respect." What else could I say? I simply nodded and went along with it. After all, this was exactly what I wanted. The jubilant atmosphere at the Gillan estate stood in stark contrast to the gloom hanging over the Quirrel family. After taking Emily's so-called traditional remedy, Adrian had experienced a brief period of apparent improvement, but his condition soon deteriorated drastically.

He kissed me back, hard and consuming, as if he could devour the pain right out of me. For a heartbeat, I let myself vanish in that kiss—pretend I was someone else, somewhere else, untouched by betrayal. The next thing I knew, the world blurred—his arm around me, the press of a door closing, sheets tangled beneath my trembling hands. Morning hit like a cruel joke. I woke tangled in unfamiliar sheets, my head pounding, my lips swollen. The stranger from the bar lay beside me, half-covered, the shadows of his muscles stark against the pale dawn light. Even asleep, he radiated danger, power… something I couldn’t name.

"And to witnessing this... harmony you've all mentioned." As the afternoon tea concluded and the women dispersed, Allischa lingered in the solarium, her amber eyes following her sisters and aunt as they departed. Something significant was happening within her family, something connected to the Moon Rose Prophecy and involving Lilly, Kenny, and the Blackthorn heir in some capacity. The phantom sensation pulsed steadily as Lilly sensed the conclusion of this charged conversation through her connection to her mother. In their respective locations throughout the pack house, Kenny and Axel felt it too, the subtle shift in energy suggested both opportunity and potential complication.

The moment I finished tidying up the house, the system's notification chimed. "Fran, you'll be going home in five days," it said. Tears began streaming down my cheeks again. I forced a smile and whispered, "Alright... Thank you." For a second, I thought I heard the system sigh. The next thing I knew, my ears were filled with the sound of fireworks going off. Elijah had lit them up outside for Abigail. I took a deep breath, turned around, and gathered all my belongings—wedding photos included. I then crouched in a tight corner of the garden and burned all that junk in a heap.

Rose adjusted her seat, inhaled deeply, then twisted and pressed the ignition button. The engine purred to life. She caressed the steering wheel one more time, then pulled out of the parking lot slowly, her lips still curved in that satisfied smile. For the first time in a while, everything felt right. She had kept her promise ****** On her way home, Rose found herself unwilling to return straight to the mansion. The atmosphere from the family dinner still lingered around her—heartwarming and fulfilling—but also emotionally heavy. She wanted to unwind, even if just a little.

And for a breath of a moment, I let myself believe maybe she was listening. Then I opened my eyes. And saw the red rose. It was fresh. Not the kind sold in plastic at street corners, but one cut with intention. The stem was still damp. There was no card—just a single folded note tucked beneath its weight. I didn’t touch it right away. The paper looked old, like it had been handled too many times before. Creased in the middle, stained at one edge. I picked it up carefully, heart already pounding even though I hadn’t read a word.