Orange Is The New Ruby Rose Novels & Stories

We all joked around with Red on the phone before Rose walked out to receive a call. "Babe, don't be jealous o, Attracta is my personal person, it seems she's even nicer than you o,I'll prefer her to you except you go out with me on Friday." Red joked indirectly asking her on a date. Ruby looked lost in thought as her face was blank of any other emotion. "Babe what do you say?" He asked. I knew something was really wrong when Ruby disabled the speaker phone function and held the phone to her ear with a devilish look on her face.

No one had paid attention to what she needed or even asked what she wanted for a very long time. “Oh, are you crying?” Lori was startled when she saw Ruby’s face turn red with emotion. “No. I’m just... happy.” Ruby bowed her head, pretending to inspect the phone’s features, holding back her tears. “Don’t you like it? Don Rosas said if the color or pattern didn’t suit you, you could ask for another one. I’ll make sure it matches your preference,” Otiz interjected. “She’s touched. Goodness! You’re so insensitive!” Lori scolded Otiz for foolishly thinking Ruby was crying because she didn’t like the gift.

She thought it wasn't even a rose. She touched the delicate crown of the ceiling rose. She sniffed it with her nose, trying to smell the fragrance. It wasn't as fragrant as the princess's rose, indeed. But Celine felt that this rose was particular. "That's Megawati's rose. It's a cross between a red rose and a yellow rose. Yellow roses can't live in a tropical environment, so the cross was imported." Kylie explained again. "That's right, the orange ones are always special," Celine said proudly.

This was Alexander’s world: cold, polished, and insincere. She turned slightly, her gaze landing on a familiar face across the room—Ruby. Ruby stood in a circle of friends, laughing far too loudly. A new diamond necklace gleamed at her throat, catching the light with every exaggerated gesture. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Ruby gushed to a woman beside her. “Limited edition. I got it for me from Paris.” Ophelia’s lips curved slightly—not into a smile, but something darker. “Just like a snake showing off its scales,” she thought.

Compared to Amberpeak Corporation's products, well, let's just say it falls short. Troy, now completely naked and clutching Ruby's feet, laughed nervously, too infatuated to notice her subtle jab. "Of course, baby, you're right. Rhodes Corporation's products are decent in Jayrodale, but Amberpeak Corporation sets the industry standard. We could never compare." Ruby's lips curved into a silent sneer, thinking, 'This fool has no idea I've already memorized the formula.' With a practiced move, she shifted her body slightly, dodging Troy's slobbering kisses. Ruby was a master of the game, seasoned in dealing with men like him. She knew better than to let him have everything at once.

Ruby used to live in Rose Hills. She was best friends with Wolf, Sam and her cousin Scarlett. Everything changed when her mother and father divorced. Ruby was in fourth grade and her mother decided to pack them up along with her sister Cerise and move to New York for a fresh start. Ruby was heartbroken but so were her friends, especially Wolf. He had always loved Ruby and on the day she left, he kissed her when no one was looking. It was the first kiss for both of them.

“Nah, we don’t want it to be a secret admirer thing. She needs to know they’re from him.” Nodding in agreement, Isobel ticked off another finger. “Dark pink is for appreciation and gratitude. Light pink is admiration, sympathy, grace, joy, and sweetness. Orange is fascination, desire, or enthusiasm. Peach is appreciation, closing the deal, or getting together.” “Seriously,” I murmured, staring at her in awe. “How do you know all this?” Isobel just kept going. “Coral is for desire. Lavender is love at first sight. Yellow with red tips are friendship and falling in love. A mix of red and white roses means—”

"Ruby, there's something else I need to ask you. About the Moon Rose." Ruby's ears perked up, her posture becoming more alert. "The Moon Rose? What about it?" Luka hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "There are... rumors. Whispers among the elders about the Moon Rose's power. They say it has the ability to strengthen or even alter mate bonds. Is there any truth to that?" Ruby's amber eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and caution flashing across her features. She was silent for a moment, as if weighing her words carefully. When she spoke, her voice was low and tinged with reverence.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

The sound of a car drifting roughly burst through the cold night. Tires screeched loudly and continuously before it stopped. Ruby looked out the opened window of her private living room seeing the black Porsche parked in front of the house and Orlando stepping out of it. She quickly changed out of her dressing gown into a simple purple gown that went to her knees and strode downstairs a scowl on her face. Orlando burst through the mahogany doors like a drunk, jangling his keys around then sets them into a bowl on a wooden table.