Haunted Rose Mga Nobela at Kwento

It took me three times as the doors are very solid for it to break open and I get in as I look around the bathroom. Her gown is on the floor along with other things that are now shattered on the floor. And there's... There's blood drops on the floor leading to the... I take slow steps following the blood and I end up in the shower room as a haunted gasp leaves my mouth. I try to keep myself steady as I see Rosalina in a bathrobe on the floor in a pool of blood with a cut on her wrist. Water is running down her body as she's still, motionless on the floor.

Brenda rushed to tell the others the news of Rose's strange sleep. "Rose is unconscious!" she exclaimed. Lisa gasped in horror while Hailey shook her head sadly. Brenda's joy at Rose's misfortune soon faded as she saw Hailey’s pity for the fallen slave mate. Hailey cried, "Poor Rose! I hope she wakes soon." Brenda realized Rose's condition saddened more than satisfied her.

**Chapter Fifty-Four** The forest did not breathe. It held itself still. Every branch. Every leaf. Every hidden creature beneath root and stone seemed to fall into a silent, waiting tension—as if the entire world understood something was coming. And feared it. Rose stood at the edge of the ruins. Still. Centered. For the first time since the fire awakened inside her— She was not bracing for it. She was not holding it back. She was not fighting it. She *was* it.

Rose was quick to push the door and step inside the small hall. "Agatha... Agatha" she kept on calling desperately. The lights were out so she could not see anything at all. Agatha's house was small. So it could not hinder Rose from reaching the hall area with quick steps. "Agatha... Can you hear me?" She shouted nervously while searching for the electric board, wanting to switch on the hall's lights. Rose kept moving slowly by the wall. The awkward silence and the unnecessary darkness of the house were scaring her paranoid soul. Her intuition could sense a danger in the air.

Lost in the midst of the pulsing crowd, Rose finds herself adrift in a sea of unfamiliarity, her heart still racing with the echoes of the wild and the lingering pain of the encounter that haunts her every step. Amidst the flickering dim lights of the party, Rose finds herself haunted by the imagined glistening eyes of the wolves, their spectral presence lingering at the fringes of her vision. The ambient glow seems to waver and fade, casting eerie shadows that dance around her, only to snap back into focus, revealing the faces of the revelers around her.

How did it get there? Rain stared down at the rose she had found by her bedside the second the woke up. The scent drifting in the air and causing her to smile. It reminded her of her time in the cabin and Rain didn’t realize how much she missed waking up to the comforting scent of roses until this one was brought to her. Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently?

Alina was one hundred percent certain, so certain in fact that she would bet away her soul, that her house was haunted. Sitting with an expression void of emotion, Alina rested her brown irises on the resin rose settled neatly on her nightstand amongst the dust gathered there from her constant neglect. To any person that wasn't Alina, there would be absolutely nothing amiss about the beautiful ornament staring innocently back at her. But there was something horribly wrong with the picture, something Alina had been noticing a lot with the objects residing within the smothering walls of her home; the rose wasn't where she had last put it.

With that, Luna Samantha walked away. I stood there for a minute, trying to wonder what she was talking about. But then the scent hit me again. 'GO FIND MATE' May yelled in my head. It snapped me out of my trance, and I headed for Masons' room. As I stood infront of his door, my heart continued pounding. His scent was very strong, so I could tell the smell was coming from him. But something was off. Mixed with his scent was something vile. Like raw sewage. I knocked on his door, but no answer. I grabbed the key to his room he gave my out of my pocket, and quickly unlocked his door and walked in. I never could have prepared myself for what I saw.

One of them, at least. Jason snapped his fingers in front of my face, bringing me back to the here and now. He turned to see what had got my attention, then he looked back at me. "Isn't that one of your classmates, why do you look like you've seen a ghost? What's wrong, Rosette?" I looked at him, probably with wide eyes. I most definitely felt panic. "Yes, but..." my voice shook, eyes once again on her. She wasn't looking at me anymore though, now she was only looking at her book as if she was reading anything, the stupid book was upside down!

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############