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Jason said, heaving a long sigh of relief before waving his hand at the mother-daughter duo again. The maids then dragged the two of them out of the castle grounds, and soon, their loud cries and screams couldn't be heard anymore. The sun began to set, bathing the vast castle grounds in a bright orange glow. Jason's and Eric's gazes fixed on the bare stump of the apple tree in the garden. The apple tree was gone now, and the garden was filled with lavender. The little garden that Rosa used to love so much was no longer there. Avril had been the one diligently tending to it after Rosa left the world, but now, she had left as well.

They want to dismantle the hierarchy of the entire wolf kind. "Who’s your contact?" I demand, stepping back. "How are you moving across borders unseen? Who’s feeding you intel?" He grins up at me, his teeth stained red. "The Rose." My heart hammers against my ribs. "What did you say?" "The Rose," he whispers, a look of reverence crossing his twisted face. "She blooms in the dark. She carries the scent of the garden and the poison of the grave. She opened the door for us." Wild roses.

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

She looked scared, and it had been making him extremely worried. "Rose?" He sat in front of her, saw the book she had on her desk. "If I can't be a normal supernatural, I can still read about supernaturals.' She muttered. 'Fangs and Roses.' Which was the name of the biok. "Rose, how are you?" She raised her brows to look at him, then smiled. "As usual. Always in the lookout for Rosemary. I hope she wouldn't really kill me." She said, turning the book over to read what it was about.

She almost wanted to run away, before he gave his answer. “Not happening,” he raised an eyebrow at her, as if to challenge her to say that again. “You’re trapped with me, Bloody Rose.” Rose frowned ever so slightly, as she tried to understand where this nickname came from… Then, she recalled her username on Connect – the dating app she had gotten into after first meeting him. That felt like ages back, and though the memories were sweet, Rose couldn’t bring herself to smile. She inhaled deeply, soaking up the quiet atmosphere. It felt like the quiet before the storm. Naturally, in a world like Roman’s, the problems were never too far away to begin with.

he cuts him off “Don’t shout at him. He did nothing wrong” He looks around her seemingly looking for something “Is something wrong?” she ask “Where are your guards?” “My guards? What for?” “Walking around here without protection is dangerous. You must be new here” “Oh! You think I’m one of His guests?” “Well ain’t you?” “No I’m not. Now I get why they were all glaring at me” she chuckles “Is that so?” he stares her down once more “May I know your name, then” “My name is Rose. I’m a scholar” she decides to go with an alias

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

I quickly grabbed it, opened it, and looked at it's contents. The first thing I saw was a picture of Alex and her ex, Mason. It looked like they were dressed for graduation. She had the most beautiful smile on her face, with a blood red dress on. She had her arm around Mason, but his eyes were focused on something other than the camera. I felt my blood start to boil remembering what he had done to her. There was alot of things in there. More photos, small gifts, etc. I started putting everything back when a small cumpled up note fell to the ground. I placed everything into the dresser, and read the note.

She saw it then, clear as the flames licking down the hall. “Alonso Delgado is dead,” she said. “Isn’t he?” His jaw clenched. “That’s not true.” “But you’re not him,” she said. “You're Esteban. Esteban Gallego.” Silence stretched between them. The only sound was the crackling fire behind the wall. He finally spoke. “How long have you known?” Inés swallowed hard. “Since I found the black notebook in Thiago’s study. The one with the list of aliases. Delgado, crossed out. Gallego, underlined.”

It still bloomed, and seeing where Fred had kept it in the sea, Rose understood why Crystal hadn't sensed it. Rose perceived the petals of the rose in her hand, and taking in a long deep breath of its wonderful aroma, she vanished. *** Anna heard the activity going on within her father's fort and she knew that the day had only begun. They had been preparing for a war that they weren't really ready for, and now, the first White had brought the Baron, and not just him, but the Baron's whispers, and the Baron's men. These were the lot that Rose was after, that her father had been scared of for a time, and now that they were here, she was definitely coming.