Haunted Rose Novels & Stories

I looked at her and nodded. I did everything I can do. But in the last part, I stopped. There's a rose on the table. But not an ordinary rose. Because this type of rose has magic in it. Within 1 minute this rose will turn into a monster. It's dangerous not because it can turn into a monster. But it will use your weakness against you before it kills you. "Kill the rose." I heard Drake said. I took a deep breath before stepping closer to it. I held it trembling. As I held on to it some memories entered my mind. Memories I don't want to remember anymore.

Within seconds, the pressure built beyond his control, and he bolted from the room, face flushed with shame. “Weakling,” Scarlett said with a mocking laugh, turning her full attention to Rose. She pushed her onto the bed, lips descending to Rose’s breasts, teasing her nipples with soft bites and flicks of her tongue. Rose let out a quiet moan, her back arching into Scarlett’s touch. Scarlett’s hand slid lower, fingers tracing down Rose’s stomach until they found her wet and ready. “Now that Ghost is dead,” Scarlett whispered, her lips brushing Rose’s ear, “it’s time I kill Damon too.”

After Selena left in a hurry, Rose paid for the bill before leaving the cafe. And just as she walked out of the door, she ran into Hannah. Seemingly ignoring her, she walked past her and entered the king’s cafe. It was obvious she didn’t recognize who she was. Rose stopped in her tracks and looked at her back. A thought drawn on her, ‘Hannah is Hallie’s mother. Does she have anything to do with Aaron’s death? If Aaron is still alive, maybe she is the one who hid Aaron in the secret!’

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

“They left…and will probably never return.” “Just like that?” Anaztasia barely managed to ask. She nodded with utter discernment. “Yes. Just like that…” *** “Thank you,” she beamed at the two people she had paid to steal the flower from Isla’s now destroyed room. Maebh never saw this flower before. It was so red, like that of fresh blood. And its thorns, its thorns are pretty much thornier than most thorns of common roses. One thing Maebh is certain of: the Blood Rose is beautiful.

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

Its a pity he's out of town. I hope she cooperates because if she doesn't, I will have to use other means which may not be favourable for a fragile little thing like her. ROSELLE'S POV Six cameras. Barred windows. Three security guards outside the room. Where the hell am I?? Who are these people?? What do they want??

, he had no more debts to repay. If there were ever a life beyond this one, he hoped, that he would never cross paths with these people. He stayed like that for a while, his vitality slowly getting drained away and soon, he'd be left lifeless. [Host has successfully activated the: WITHERED ROSE, system.] [Host's vitality is decreasing at an alarming rate. Initiating immediate resuscitation!!] What was that?. Who's there?! Alan paused, listening to the automated feminine voice as it spoke through his consciousness. He was certain that he was at the depths of the sea at this point,it was currently impossible for someone else to be around him. He relaxed - Probably he was just hearing things.

I didn't want to see my own face in the mirror, the face of a man who was supposed to be a professional, a ghost, a soldier for a dead man. I sat on the closed toilet lid, my breath hitching as I pulled up the photo on my phone. It was a photo of Rose. She was wearing that red dress, a deep blood crimson silk that looked like it had been poured over her porcelain skin. Her dark hair was a spill of midnight across her shoulders, and those light brown eyes... they looked straight through the lens, straight into the dark, rotted parts of my soul.

The Ghost in the Roses The storm lashed down on London, as if the universe itself was trying to wash away the blood and sins that had just been exposed beneath the foundations of Thorne Manor. Inside the secret medical wing of the residence, the scent of antiseptic mingled with the fresh fragrance of white roses. Rose Thorne lay on her silk bed, her face slowly regaining the color of life, though her eyes still held the trauma of two decades of isolation. Liora Thorne sat beside Rose’s bed, holding the hand of the woman who should have been her mother-in-law long ago.