Orange Is The New Ruby Rose Novels & Stories

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Chloe thought for a while, then said, "Are you talking about the Sunrise Ruby that was sent to Exotic Star two days ago?" The theme of this new product launch was centered around rubies, targeting a very exclusive segment of high society. Sunrise Rubies were said to bring good luck, wealth, and fame. Callum had purchased one from a foreign collector, hoping that it would help Chloe achieve good results in her first quarter of taking over Exotic Star's shares. "Yes! Where is it?" "It's on display in the exhibition hall. Would you like to see it?" Chloe had a rough idea of what was going on. Ophelia was jealous. After all, a Sunrise Ruby was no ordinary item.

I shake my head subtly at Lydia but my friends will broke the minute the ass hat smiles, “Let me guess, its Grouchy.” Lydia laughs, “No, its Cassandra. She isn’t always like this, today just got her a bit wound up.” “Might as well throw in my social security number while you are at it,” I snap at Lydia. “Easy tigress, we are just having a conversation,” his touches my hand on the counter slightly and I pull it away quickly, “Cassandra,” he says to himself, I frown at how nice my name sounds on his lips. Ray suddenly stands up and drops a few bills on the counter, “It was nice meeting you Lydia, Cassandra,” he nods at us, “Hope we meet again.”

She gestured and he snapped a blossom from the vine, squeezing off the thorns. “For you, m’lady.” Grinning, she took the stem and squeezed the fragrant petals to her nose. “Thank you.” “Can you see the color?” “I see an orangy-pink.” He smiled and she knew she had it off-base, but he didn’t rectify her. “Is it pink?” He wrapped his fingers around hers. “I think, it’s anything you see. Fair like how no two individuals ever studied the same book, possibly two individuals never see the same rose.”

"Lucas, when you toyed with a sincere heart, you should have known this day would come." The wedding march suddenly began outside the corridor. Holden lowered his head and adjusted the pearl headpiece in my hair. His warm breath brushed my earlobe. "Nora, trust me. I will never be like him." I looked at our overlapping reflections in the mirror, the diamonds on my gown flickering with each heartbeat. "Okay." The carved doors opened slowly. The moment colorful ribbons fell from above, I heard Lucas's heart-wrenching cries swallowed by the music, while Holden's hand remained steady at my waist.

That's when I had a brilliant idea to check out her friends'profile for a while. They might have things about her that she doesn't post about. As I was looking I noticed a new post today they are at some little diner in the city. I have been to that diner before at least it is the middle of the day nothing will happen to my little rose. I haven't been back to that diner since my mother's passing and fathers' murder leaving me to be an orphan. They never found the man that murdered my father, they say that the man is nowhere to be found like a ghost.

Everything played out exactly as she had imagined. … Kenneth showed up in a sleek black suit when the banquet was in full swing. His entrance was met with a sudden burst of romantic piano music. With a bouquet of red roses in hand, he made his way to Charlotte under everyone's gaze and pulled a ring box from his pocket. He opened the box to reveal a dazzling 20-carat diamond ring, and the crowd gasped in awe. Several ladies with keen eyes recognized the ring and immediately exclaimed. "Isn't that 'The Everheart' that went for a billion dollars at auction? And now it's in Kenneth's hands!"

EVELYN I narrowed my eyes and focus on the paragraph. It was written in a completely different style from the rest of the announcement, looking more like a hasty draft—almost as if a careless scribe had used scrap paper to jot it down. And the paragraph, baffling in its oddness, turned out to be a poem, which the girl read aloud. The once pretty orange has begun its decay, yet the sapphire still gleams. The rotting orange could be saved for a worthy trade:

… When the delivery person brought the flowers, they shouted, "I'm here for Alice! Your roses are here!" Alice raised her head high and jogged toward the delivery person. "That's me!" She took the large bouquet of roses from the delivery person and sniffed at it deeply to show off. "It smells so nice." Her coworkers gathered around. "Who sent them?" "My good friend, Aralyn!" Joanna also saw the flowers in Alice's hands—they were much larger and obviously much more expensive than hers. She grumbled, "It's not even from a man. Why are you so proud of it?"

[Rose] My eyes opened at seven, my legs sore because of the heels. I was hungry and Tired. But something in me clicked. I didn't want to work for this office anymore. I didn't feel like working for something I did not apply for. I was supposed to be an editor. I was supposed to be working on projects that I trained for. But I was instead given the position of an assistant, I had to bring coffee, and get copies. Then prepare for meetings I was not involved in. I was never involved. I only sat at a chair noting things. For my boss.