Riddle Rosehearts Fanart Novels & Stories

“Numbers. Dates. Nothing I understood.” “Figures.” He sighed. “Come on, walk with me before you hyperventilate.” *** The corridor lights were dimmed for the night, throwing long shadows along tapestried walls. Alonso matched her steps; his shoulder brushed hers, deliberate. “You don’t strike me as the timid type,” he said. “Because I didn’t faint?” “Because your eyes are on fire.” She blinked. “Allergies.” He chuckled, genuine, warm enough to thaw the winter in her bones. Dangerous warmth.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

‘I have, we knew each other since we were fourteen, he always came to my house on this same month and day so no one would notice’. Suddenly the door opened and a beautiful girl with silver hair came in. ‘Alfred are…’ Chevy looked at Nara angrily ‘you didn’t close the fuckin door’ ‘I’m sorry’ Nara apologizes. ‘Alfred are you okay’ ivory asked as she ran to Alfred bed and held his hand tightly with worry in her eyes. Nara looked at ivory, she threw seeds out of her bag, the seeds grew into thorns and rapidly approached ivory with the help of Nara.

She squealed, her voice high with excitement. I was caught off guard, shocked that my kid even knew who I was. I raised an eyebrow, a touch of pride swelling in my chest. "Y-You know who I am?" Rose shook her head, her eyes shining. "What do you mean, I know who you are? You are Scarlett V. John, also known as Red, the best artist in the world, if you ask me! The winner of Artist of the Year, Aurelia Prize winner, and Golden Palette Award winner! And I am very, very excited to see your next art collection next year!" She took a deep breath, still bubbling with enthusiasm. "I'm a very big fan of you! And so is my papa! He has all your art pieces on the wall in his room."

Chapter 58 – Great surprise. We reach the Greathouse Garden also known as the Flower heart. I walk into the Garden there’s a box a bit bigger than the last one. I open it. A puzzle? Damn she is giving me work on top of it. I build the puzzle. it says «ROSES ARE RED, VIOLETS ARE BLUE INSIDE OF ME TWO HEARTS BEAT FOR YOU» What is up with these clues. They all about hearts? Two hearts? Is it because she has my heart? I think something is wrong with my wife. The driver hands me another Note

He replied and waved it in the air. Aiden smiled. “Okay what do we have to do?!.” He asked. “We need a black rose, one hundred candles each with a different color. A blue rose and …” “Liam, hold up!!. Black roses don't exist!.” Helios said. “Neither does blue!!.” Marshal and Aiden said. “The exist!, the black roses Yennefer used are substitutes, she used the blood of a…” “A what?!.” They asked him. “A Brachiopods!.”

‘A cross, thorns, roses,’ she remembered, her hand getting the work on the paper. Bernard and Noah were silently observing her, hoping to recognize the doodles. When Ophelia was done, she straightened her back and held out the paper to the Alpha. He studied the poorly drawn illustration, but it did the trick. A cross wrapped in thorns and resting atop some flowers. “A cross on a flower bed,” Bernard whispered out loud. “Roses.” Bernard turned to Ophelia. “A cross on roses,” she elaborated. “Right,” Bernard said, turning back to the paper in hand, wondering how these doodles were roses before he returned to the matter at hand.

I reply with a faint, dismissive smile. To spare his shy heart the awkwardness of looking at dishes he doesn't know, my voice takes charge and places the order with the beta server. Once the waiter steps away, I prop my chin on my palm and look at him. "So tell my mind, Hailee... what is your ultimate dream?" My heart is quietly gauging his artistic ambition. If his brush wants a true path into the high alliance, my hidden identity as the legendary Rosa can pave that road with gold.

The bright, beautiful smile was still plastered on her face, but it instantly froze the moment her eyes landed on the intruder. Seraphina didn't wait for an invitation. She pushed right past me, stepping fully into the studio hall, her eyes sweeping over the lavish art supplies and then landing directly on Rodah with pure disdain.

She would likely deem me insane, especially given her numerous eccentric fans. What if she rejected Riza? What if she refused to accept that she was her daughter? What if she reacted negatively? I could not allow that to happen to my daughter. That evening, burdened with sorrow, I entered Riza's room. She was seated on the floor, engrossed in painting with watercolors. As I observed her artwork, my heart tightened. She was painting her mother. I could tell that it was Reese because of the bouquet of yellow roses she was holding. I had informed Riza that Reese's favorite flowers were yellow roses.