Novel & Cerita Riddle Rosehearts Fanart

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

Rose felt as though she was walking in a daze as she made her way toward her room. The sky was dark and she was grateful that her flushed expression wasn't seen by Dominic. As she made her way to her room, Rose passed by the few painting hung on the wall. She stared at the one portrait of a golden full moon. There were snowflakes falling from the dark sky behind the moon and while staring at it, Rose couldn't help but feeling that the moon reminded her of Dominic.

“These roses will bring you the best luck you can get.” “Huh? Confess?!” Arth whispered loudly, his heartbeat started racing. “Nanny, it’s not what you think it is.” The old lady smiled after seeing how Arth had reacted. “I saw how you looked at her earlier, son. For heaven’s sake, being young won’t last forever!” She placed the three roses on his hand. “Give these to her. You can have that for free.” Then she went back to her stalls. Arth rubbed his neck, looking at the blue roses. He swallowed hard on his throat before he turned to face Alice, hiding the flowers on his back, his chest pounding fast with excitement.

Chapter 41: Transformation ARIEL'S POV I swallowed a lump, feeling my heart misbehave as I watched Ravenna take out the two medium-sized paintings. One was of a sophisticated-looking lady in a red gown, standing in a garden of roses, gently touching the flowers. She looked… content. I had fallen in love with the portrait at first glance because I loved roses. But when I saw him buy it, I was confused—most of the ones in his room had darker themes.

I blinked at her, seeing her adorable expression of a knowing smirk. She knew I didn't hear anything she just said. She giggled, pressing back into me slightly, my hand moving on instinct to wrap her small waist and pull her against me. "This is Winnie," she gestured to the brunette who waved at me with a smile. I rose the folder in a wave back, giving her a tight smile. "Hi," Rose nuzzled me slightly, her hand going to her necklace and playing with it absently, I don't even know she if realised she did either when she stood near her mates. "Winnie is a Fey."

Pointed at her nose while staring at him, Rose asked, “You want me to draw something as a gift for Old Master Ares’ birthday?” He nodded in response. She did not know whether to laugh or cry. “One, I’m not an artist. Two, I’m not a calligrapher. My drawings and calligraphy are not of any value. Old Master Ares will have my gift thrown out the door.” “Who dares to touch you while I’m around?” Hearing this, she sat before the drawing board and pondered for a long while. Finally, she came up with a poetic birthday wish. “Sir Ares, is this suitable as a gift?”

He says carefully, “You mean, ‘I doubt he sees you as his little rose anymore’?” Ryker clicks his fingers in excitement. “Exactly!” I’m lost, but this is the happiest I’ve seen him since we discovered he’s been marked by Nester, so I’m not complaining. “Little Rose,” he bursts out. “Nester is obsessed with roses. He even put them in your wedding veil. What if… what if the item we’re looking for is a rose!” My eyes fly wide. “Holy shit.” It’s a good idea. Scratch that…

Moreover, Elise had given me the copyrights to three major novels—top-ranked and perennial chart-toppers in order to help me vent my frustration. Many people went wild on her social media. [Did Rosie save your life before? Why did you give her so many novels?!] [Elf, if you're being threatened, just change your profile picture!] Elise immediately changed her profile picture to a shot of me on the set, leaving everyone stunned. My fans burst into laughter. [I knew it! How could someone say Rosie was some kind of evil capitalist who forced Elf to give up her novels?!] [Elf probably has about twenty novels! Give them all to Rosie if you could!]

We’re setting up Rosa’s gallery. Annalise: BRB, SUMMONING MY RIDE LIKE THE ELEGANT, PISSED-OFF PRINCESS I AM. I grinned and showed the texts to Rosa, who lit up. “She’s the redhead that’s into herbal remedies and astrology?” “That’s her.” “I love her already!” Fifteen minutes later, Annalise waltzed in—flowy skirt, a tall iced matcha in one hand, and a tote bag. “This place is stunning,” she said, eyes wide. “It smells like lavender and ambition in here.”

I trailed off, a thought popping into my mind “Is that what all these is about?” “All what?” Rosaline asked in an indignant tone “You are just faking this hatred and anger to hide the fact that you are actually my fan girl. Are you stalking me, Rosaline Pierce? Because as much as that sounds cute, I am not really into clingy girls!” A shit eating grin appeared on my face as her face turned red like she was going to combust any moment from now “Oh my!!!” Rosaline screamed, unable to form any coherent statement “Fuck you Blake Del Monté “