Poisonous Rose の小説・ストーリー

Datura was deadly poison, but Rosa loved it, so Vincent let it bloom into a whole damn sea across the Rossi estate grounds. Once, I'd begged him to tear it out, scared some maid or kid would take a bite by accident. Rosa had cried until she passed out over it. "Viola hates me this much, Vincent? She won't even let you grow me flowers?" He'd sneered at me. "Everyone knows it's poison. Who the hell's gonna eat it? Stop being this dramatic!"

Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself. Sighing, she took the frame from the table where there was a picture of Sei in it. Typical Sei with a frown on her face. She swore if they age, Sei would look so much younger seeing as she wouldn’t have wrinkles that formed over the years due to her not knowing how to smile. But it was too late, Rojean thought, Sei was gone and she had put herself into this situation because she somewhat felt connected to the woman she’s never heard of her entire life.

The words slither through my veins like poison, and I hate that they still have the power to burn. I don’t know why I’m thinking of this now. It was a lifetime ago. I was just a kid. A boy who hadn’t yet learned that some people were born to be nothing more than ruin. But the words still sit there, festering. And as I stare at Rosalina—sleeping, unburdened for once, untouched by the things gnawing at me—I can’t help but wonder. Do you also feel the same as her, Rosalina?

She was plastered in heavy makeup, hanging on to some fat man who kept forcing drinks down her throat. When she saw me standing tall, surrounded by loyal men, her eyes blazed with jealousy and hate. She suddenly snapped, shoved the man aside, and lunged at me with a fruit knife. "Rosa! It's all your fault! I'm going to kill you!" One of my bodyguards kicked her aside like she was a rag doll. The casino manager turned to me respectfully. "What do you want done with this woman, Donna?"

"How much further do we have to go? Are you trying to wear me out on our first day of marriage?" Gabriel laughed along and pointed to a villa about 30 feet ahead. Freya looked up and saw a burst of vibrant red. With the sky growing darker and the light too dim to make out what they were, she asked, "What's that?" Gabriel stayed silent and pulled her along as he ran. When they reached the gate and pushed it open, Freya was met by a garden bursting with royal poinciana blossoms, their flowers swarming every branch. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she gazed up, lost in the beautiful sea of blossoms. A breeze picked up, sending the red petals fluttering to the ground. It felt surreal, like

I immediately started stirring the liquid and managed to grab the yellow flower. After adding 3 petals I waited for a few minutes, trying to look inside but before I could see the color of the liquid someone put a hand over my shoulder. I gasped. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Rose quickly stated, her eyes becoming huge as she looked at the door. "It is fine, I just did not know you were here." "I wanted to stop you," she pointed at the cauldron, "you should not inhale the fumes directly."

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.

So they were plotting something evil toward the priestess. One day, after the sermon had finished, Rosalinda Rosewood was invited by a group of women to the Weeping Forest. Without having any prejudice, Rosalinda came to the gathering. There, the jealous wives had prepared a strong poison that could harm the skins of its victim permanently. Two women held Rosalinda's hands so the priestess could not escape, while the others applied the poison on her face. Rosalinda was crying in pain when the poison melted the priestess white smooth skin.

Even he felt a sense of dread from those blades. “That sword isn’t bad either,” Lam added. Mane nodded his head at his friend’s words. Both pairs of weapons were exquisite, leaving those who saw them with the desire to grab them for themselves. “Those daggers are called Blood Rose Daggers. They are made from a thirty year old poisonous plant called the Blood Rose and the strongest steel there is, making them the one of the most poisonous weapons on the planet,” Vital Orange was standing right next to them, and heard their short conversation. He didn’t hesitate to give out the origins of the daggers that Black Hand was using. As for the sword, he didn’t know how it was made, but could tell th

Or was it not a sweven? She could still imagine that very moment in their P.E.class when her whole body gradually hardened and somehow she herself was turning to a…to a rose. Not just a rose, a blood rose. Or was it just an ordinary rose? She’d never seen an actual blood rose before anyway and Rozelyn bet that it was far more different than any other roses. It possesses such extraordinary abilities and so it shall also possess an extraordinary appearance. She licked the blood from her finger, making her tongue taste the blood that it had been craving.