Novel & Cerita Gypsy Rose Ebook

"Rosa, can you give Carlo back to me? I'm pregnant with his child. The baby needs a father." She looked at me with red eyes, acting so fragile. I frowned, trying to step around her. Suddenly, Gemma flashed a twisted smile and slid a knife out of her sleeve. She grabbed my wrist, forced the handle into my hand, and then slashed her own arm with the blade. "Ah! Help! You've gone mad, Rosa! You're trying to kill me?! It hurts! No! Save my baby!" Gemma screamed as she collapsed on the floor, blood pouring from her arm and pooling beneath her.

Getting back on my feet, I made my way towards the bath where a few other maids were waiting for me already as the intoxicating smell of roses became a part of the atmosphere. I got out of the bath smelling myself as the sharp scent of roses had deeply penetrated my skin. Water dripped down my fair skin as I stood up and walked away from the bath. When I was done with everything, I saw a maid bringing an extravagant light pink gown which had white butterflies and flowers decorated all over the bodice as the skirt was quite puffy and pretty. I noticed that Mrs.Hanzah tied the corset a bit tighter than usual. My hair was styled into a formal braided bun as I looked marvelous. Walking towards t

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

and the loud kind that tears down gods. Thank you for walking this journey. For believing in a girl touched by moonlight, who carried her trauma like a quiet flame. For believing in a girl made of storm, who refused to bow to fate even when the world tried to break her. For believing in a boy born of gold, who fought his destiny until he learned he didn’t need to fight alone. For believing in the goddess they chose to become. Thank you for reading through every chapter, every twist, every tear, every kiss,

He took two down easily, and for a moment, it looked like he had them beat. He looked towards the roses, as if he knew she was there. The rogue from the market took his opportunity, swinging a blade up. It was silver. The sound it made when it sank between Xavier's ribs would live in Rose’s bones forever. Her eyes had met his in horror. “Rose,” he had screamed out in horror. Pack warriors crashed into the clearing seconds later, drawn by the noise. The remaining rogue ran, and the roses released her as suddenly as they had claimed her. She stumbled out, gasping, dress torn.

She reached out her hand and took the two envelopes out. Rose walked towards the couch that was placed in her walk-in closet and sat down as she opened the red colored envelope. As expected, it was another letter from Ruby. (My dear Roseline Hazel, I'm sorry your mother isn't strong enough to stand up against those people. It was already too late when I realized the truth but you, my child. You are different, you can be stronger than me. So please, I hope you grow up to be a stronger woman than your mother and avoid those demons. I have sent words to the people who would help you and you can trust them because I trust them when they come for you. However, in the meantime you wait for them to

Curious Rose immediately opened what was written inside the book, extremely curious on what her grandmother had write inside that caused everyone to see her as insane. As she opened the book, Rose was startled by the drawing of magic circles that was practiced over the book again and again. She saw many kind of magic spells. Noticing one describing to summon animals, summoning creatures, and finally a demon. “Can’t believe that she wrote everything in such a tiny handbook,” whispered Mona who also eyed the book from over her shoulders. Mona noticed how the spells written in the book was familiar to her, except quite a lot few which was noted in scribbles appearing to be another spell which w

The smell of sweat and dust drifted on the air. They were all there—the future of Crescent Moon. Warriors in training. Wolves with strong bloodlines and stronger tempers. Wolves who never forgot to remind me I was not one of them. “Look! The ghost girl’s slinking around again,” a shrill voice called. I stiffened. Mila Rowan. Of course. I bent lower, pretending to study a patch of mugwort. Maybe if I didn’t react— “She probably thinks she’s out here making a magic potion,” Rose Ryder giggled, her voice sliding sharp like a knife. “What are you trying this time, Sammy? Something to sprout a wolf out of nothing?”

I felt like I betrayed my beloved. "I was so afraid, Rose. I thought you were going to die," one of Rose's sisters cried as she walked over to Rose and hugged her. "I am okay, Poppy. Don't cry," Rose said gently as she hugged her back and then she looked at her other sister and gestured for her to come over. The other girl walked over and hugged her. I noticed that all the sisters looked the same. The difference was Rose had green eyes and her sisters had blue eyes.

"In case you don't know why I hate you. It's before you're the one to bring an end to black magic" "Wh......wh" Rose pushed the sword deeper until she gave up the ghost. After making sure she wasn't alive, Rose asked for the body to be disposed of. Although her body was disposed of, it got missing, a few hours later and no one could say what happened. **