Ever After High Briar Rose Novels & Stories

Ivy noticed Chloe panic face. ‘Dodge’ Chloe screamed. ‘Dodge??’ ivy asked with big question marks on her head, she didn’t even get to look in front of her when the ball hit her on her head hard. It felt like a dream as she fell a song named panis angelicus played in her brain (song played in catholic churches before taking the bread of Christ), was this the end? Ivy asked herself as she fell. Her head hit the floor and she felt something warm on her neck and also felt like something was tearing and putting her head back together.

Bart was there in an instant, grabbing him by the calves and lowering him down to the ground. His friend gave him a quick hug but then let him go. Her floral aroma hit him before he even turned his head to see her, but then, Ella was in his arms, and he was kissing her like a starving man finally finding a morsel to eat. She tasted like heaven--honey and sweetness. The feel of her in his arms made the horror of the last several days fade away. “Oh, my God, I thought you were dead,” he said squeezing her tightly to his chest.

“I don’t think so. He said ‘finally warming up to me’. Does that mean they’ve only ever talked? I mean beginning to talk.” “You know, they’re very similar. So you have to think about what he thinks right now.” Krister smiled a bit. “Just don’t let your guard down. Especially later.” “Later?” Rojean asked, taking a sip of what Sei always ordered once she fully calmed down at their table. “I have to ask: can you tolerate alcohol?” She nodded her head before drinking again -- “Can I go home now?” The meeting had ended but a lot of people stayed for the afterparty. Rich people like their afterparties and sometimes they never end. Rojean was excited to go home as if completely forgetting what she

they both kiss and soon the church wedding was over and the couple came out of the church taking pictures with family and friends and the priest. Brianna drove to the scene where She burn Evelyn and the driver in the car and she peep into the valley and she could see the car down the valley, the valley is so deep that no one can even come out of it. She stood looking around the valley maybe there is an escape route but there is no escape route and she stood in confusion.

I jumped behind a big bush just as the door swung open. I heard the chirp of a car alarm. I moved just enough to see and watched as my beloved Everleigh jumped in the car taking off. Once I don’t see her anymore I step out from behind the bush. All I am seeing is red at this moment. Knowing that she has two mates is hard enough but knowing that Briar was going to make her his has me murderous. I stalk inside the cottage and go room by room looking for him. I don’t know where he is but I will find him. I walk down the steps to the basement. I stop in my tracks as soon as I hit the bottom floor. There in the middle of the room is Briar. Tangled up in roots. His arms and legs are wrapped up in

*Well, if I was to be really honest. I had really missed seeing Kyle, and writing about him had giving me some certain peace for real (ب_ب) Anyway, I'm sorry I had not updated all this time, really sorry* * Briar's funeral had been small. Simple. Subtle. Just as Raven knew she would want. They decided to cremate her, because Elle didn't want to see her, with her rotting skin due to the poison from the Silver.

Then, the applause started—a slow build that turned into a standing ovation. Serena stood, her legs trembling slightly. She looked at Haris, who was clapping with a proud, crooked smile. She looked at Clarisa, who was imitating the adults, her small hands making a soft patting sound. This was it. The pinnacle. However, the euphoria was short-lived. During the after-party in the velvet-draped lounge of the cinema, Serena found herself momentarily alone near the champagne tower. Haris had been pulled away by a French distributor interested in European rights.

She quickly went back inside, feeling a sharp pain she couldn’t explain. “Babe, come on, let’s go to the bedroom and continue this. I’m a little tipsy.” Gabriel carried Jennifer to their room, laid her on the bed, and kissed her again. She responded eagerly. He took off her top and bottom, kissed her passionately, his hands and lips exploring her body until he finally entered her. They both grew exhausted and eventually fell asleep.

“I kept telling myself it wasn’t real, that I imagined it…you know I was kinda sober a little.” “What did you see?” I asked. She looked away, breathing hard like she was trying to steady herself. “I saw something, something I wasn’t supposed to see and I haven’t been the same since.” “What did you see?” She ran a hand through her hair, pulling it back in frustration, then dropped it. “After dinner, we were walking. Briar and I, everything was fine, but then he just stopped, like he smelled something awful, his whole body tensed up, he looked…different.”

Her body accepted his nearness as something that belonged. Briar noticed, of course. She noticed everything. But she said nothing, content to walk between them, laughter easy, presence warm. As they drew closer to Astarte, her excitement grew brighter, more visible, though it was threaded now with something quieter — a tightening behind her smile, a hesitation that surfaced when she thought neither of them were watching. One evening, as the hills began to rise and the air sharpened, Briar broke the silence. “When we reach the city,” she said lightly, “things are going to get… complicated.”