Heavens Rose Novels & Stories

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

CHAPTER THREE CALEB'S POV I swooned as a wave of dizziness hit me. I staggered to keep my balance, I heard Bella grunting. I turned around hastily, milk swooshed past me. Recovering my wit I grabbed her wherever my hands could grab. Her boobs mouled into my palms. She screamed loudlly and wriggled violently, nearly causing us to fall on the floor. "Leave me alone!!" Her voice was high pitched, I turned to look at Bella who was struggling to get to her feet.

It felt like she had been in this position before, which made it even worse because she could not contain the pain in her heart. As tears escaped her eyes, Nevea whispered, "I love you." Zach pulled her back to see her face, which had been covered in tears. "I never know you are a crybaby." "That's not the answer I am expecting." "What? Do you want me to say it back?" He asked playfully, making Nevea hit his chest. "I love you. You are my heaven, Nevea. As a demon and evil being, The closest I can feel peace and the beautifulness of heaven is when you are with me. You let me get the sweet taste of heaven." He wiped her tears. "And I only bring hell with me."

For the first time in a long time, the world felt whole again. No more lies. No more ghosts. Just two broken souls who found strength in each other. As the sky turned crimson and gold, Adrian whispered, “It’s over, Rosemary.” And she whispered back, “Yes. Finally.” --- The End

The streetlights cast a warm, dim glow over us, stretching our shadows long across the cobblestone. He muttered the entire way, and he finally stopped walking and cleared his throat, his expression so solemn one would think he was making a sacred vow. "Serena, I learned a saying, ah… Come hell or high water, I would go… For you…" His azure irises were filled with sincerity, and though he was so clumsy that I almost laughed, I couldn't help but feel the warmth in my heart. Just as I was about to reply, a shadow barrelled out of the alleyway nearby, smashing into Steven with a punch to the side of his face and the scent of alcohol.

The cello’s deep resonance and the violin’s ethereal melody wove together to create a sound that seemed to transcend earthly boundaries. The music was so powerful that it transported us to a timeless realm. The universe itself seemed to hold its breath as we created magic, and even the angels paused in their heavenly abode to witness it. They gathered around us, their radiant presence illuminating the room, their wings creating a gentle breeze.

“That’s how you survived. The Moonrose. Tell me—what does it actually do?” He gave a dry chuckle, pride bleeding through his ancient voice. “The roses come in pairs. I have the white one. Kiran has the black—far more powerful, but dangerous. Like soulmates, these roses are bound. Mine has kept me alive. More than that—I am the rose now. I don’t just use its power. I am its vessel.” Without another word, I unsheathed my blade and sliced my palm. Blood welled and dripped into the ceremonial bowl. Rhaegos, resigned, did the same. Our blood swirled together—ancient, powerful, defiant.

Rose sighed and watched them being surrounded Charlotte saw that they were surrounded and cussed inwardly. Since Rebirth she has always scaled through smoothly and has never experienced any failure. But whenever Rose appears she keeps facing all kinds of bad luck. She just didn't know why Rose won't die, she really doesn't want to believe that no matter what she does she is unable to defeat Rose. Even after throwing her into the packs of Zombies, she survived while Ryan ended you turning into a Zombie. She hates Rose so much that she can't wait to skin her alive and show her who was given a second chance by Heaven to change her destiny.

Rose closed her eyes briefly. Let the feeling settle. Let it speak. And when she opened them again— She knew. “This is where it started.” The words landed quietly. But they echoed. Darius frowned. “What started?” Rose looked at him. “The fire.” A beat. Then— Storm’s expression shifted. “…you mean your power?” Rose nodded. “Not just mine.” She turned slowly, taking in the ruins around them. “This place—it’s not just a convergence point.” Orion tilted his head.

****At Allistair and Lucifer's garden something happened, the roses suddenly wilted and a dark fog emerge from the wilted roses and the scent of blood and roses permeated through the air ****The Rogues Territory, on the far south, a person sitting on a black gothic throne and at the back of this throne hanged on the wall is a pair of white angel wings with golden higlights which eerily look real and alive as if it's fluttering, tainted with blood. The person, dressed in white clothes with a crescent design and was holding a rose pendant that somehow glowed and has a hollow surface inside with an image of a woman. "Soon, Heaven will fall, and Hell without it's ruler will crumble and I will ma