Orange Is The New Ruby Rose Novels & Stories

He looks at me with sweetest smile and comes towards me. "Happy Birthday to my lovely and beautiful wife." Rudra says as he gives me the rose and kiss on my lips. I look down shyly and say, "Thank you." "It has been one year but one thing is still the same. I get the blush I was waiting for you. I just wish everything remains just as it is right now. And may you blush like this every year on your birthdays with me." Rudra says as he takes me in his arms. "Aren't you getting too much romantic nowadays?" I ask as I bite my lip and caress the rose.

He wondered. Some moments later, the large gate opened for them to go in. A long tiled road came into view. It was such a beautiful setting. At each side of the road, beautiful flowers and tress were planted. They were still in Saint Hok but Dante felt like he entered another world entirely. They passed through a vineyard and an orchard. The apples on the apple fruits looked too good to eat.

I'll be the rose empress. After 8 hours of washing and drying, I look and my new hair and wear my dress, it was perfect. I had a highlight of yellow and orange as it blends with the red it creates an illusion as if my hair was made of fire. I smile at the end product then I heard a knock on my door and saw Mark pop his head in, I look in his direction, seeing his mouth hangs open. I chuckled at his expression and jokingly said "Close your mouth, don't let the mosquito in."

The sun was still setting and it looked magical just like an orange glow amongst the clouds. “Doesn't magical hour look so beautiful Stephano?” Rose kept her gaze steady against the sun setting glow outside her window. “It sparks so many colours in the evening sky. Red. Orange. Pink. Blue. It's just like a human with so many colours. We all have our own different colours which shapes our personalities.” Rose kept on saying and Stephano couldn't help himself. He turned his head in her direction to watch her speak so beautifully. It was like she was reciting a poem and it sounded very sweet. Sometimes he didn't understand a word she said but anytime she said those strange poems of hers he coul

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.

Orian rolled his eyes and I frowned flipping him the middle finger before thinking of a poem and I was beginning to regret getting him flowers. "Shall I compare thee to the sun that rises on the morrow and the moon that graces thee with its light for thou hath diest thee on a feast for lovely wenches for what is a name if it isn't to be borne and thus, thou hath my grump, here are thy roses." I stretched them out with a smile on my face. "You are not very bright, are you?" He raised a brow collecting the roses and bringing them up to his nose to smell their fragrance.

Ruby didn’t notice anything unusual about Renee’s demeanor. She pulled out her phone and said excitedly, “Look, we took so many photos! I’m thinking of using some of them for the engagement party and wedding. Can you help me pick a few?” Renee glanced at Ruby’s phone. The photos of Ruby and Carl, both smiling brightly, felt like tiny stabs. Ruby, a young woman nurtured by love and privilege, carried an effortless elegance. Her joy seemed pure and contagious. Her smile was magnetic, lighting up every photo.

It made her skin burn with jealousy. She bit harder on her nail, feeling another bead of blood rise to the surface. She knew Rolex still cared for her; she could see it in the way his eyes softened at her. But love? That was gone. And that new girl had stolen it. Ruby’s breath trembled as she made up her mind. She wasn’t going to sit back and watch someone else take what was hers. If she couldn’t have his heart, she’d settle for his body. She’d find a way to have him again…one way or another.

She took one last look at the scenery and was astounded to find red roses blooming among the purple flowers. She found a single blue rose sat on her lap. A smile graced her lips. Roses have always been her favorite and it was the flower that omened her victory during the war. Maybe there's still hope. Ruby slowly faded into purple butterflies and soon reformed in front of her doorstep. She released a sigh and went back inside her house. She reached the kitchen and started fixing her utensils until she heard a familiar voice scream from behind her. "You traitorous bitch!!" she heard Geneva scream before seeing the tip of a sword pass through her stomach. The blade was trusted deeper inside he

Alex not only changed his behavior in fact topic also and brought strange topic out of the blue. Obviously, she is confused. “Hmm, so.” Rose said while emptying the batter into the baking tray. “Let’s try something new which we had never done before.” Alex said ambiguously, but Rose, who couldn’t able to see his face because he was holding her from back, didn’t understand his meaning. Rose is a chef she only knew to try new things to refer to any new recipe or something related to cooking. “Hmm, how about rainbow cake with blueberry toppings? Or let me figure out something new.”