Riddle Rosehearts Fanart Novels & Stories

This time, the little cute girls gathered together into a three-heart pattern made up of roses. Both of them had a big heart and a small one. The roses were neatly arranged, and they were all red. Of course, Monique could see the meaning behind it. That was, he, her, and their Little Nomi. Three hearts, heart in heart, and one family. Then the three hearts danced with the little cute girls and then merged into a huge heart shape. Those roses were the most fresh and bright ones which had just been picked out on the spot. There were also small drops of water on the roses.

Griselda smiles, “I wouldn’t miss it. Happy Birthday señorita.” Alpha Daniel nods to Griselda, but Luna Rachel looks a bit irritated. I smile when Selda meets my gaze and she nods. I see Rose’s hand shaking at her side and reach down, taking it in mine, feeling the tingling sensation that I have grown accustom to. She’s a bit shocked, but does not try to remove it, instead she squeezes it and closes her eyes. Alpha Daniel and Luna Rachel hold hands as Rose takes Griselda’s hand in her free one. We stare at the dark night sky until the heavy, dark clouds float away, revealing the luminous moon. I watch as the light kisses Rose’s face, her eyes still clamped shut, making her red hair almost gl

Jisoo screamed out immediately and Rose smiled "Babe,,,I've been prepared for this,,I spoke with my aunt already. She's a make up artist and she promised to help,,so,,,should I pick you up tomorrow?" Jisoo asled "Same place,,don't even come here. Wait for me,,I will meet you there okay?" "Okay Flower,,can't wait for tomorrow,,,gosh!!!!" Jisoo screamed and hanged up Rose smiled but her mind went to Seven,,, "The bracelet,,," She muttered and bite her lips

Alice whispered, holding the hat like a crown. My chest ached. I gripped the cake tighter. That's when Rosa approached Alice with a different package. Rectangular, wrapped in kraft paper, tied with a red satin ribbon. "This one…" Rosa's voice faltered. "This one is mine." Alice opened the gift carefully, as if unraveling a secret. It was a frame. Hand-embroidered. Two small hearts, side by side, intertwined with delicate blue and pink thread. Above them, a cherry blossom branch—which I recognized immediately—and a pine bough dusted with snow.

***** Roen's Palace: Queen Rosa stood up from the ground and went over to her flowers, picking a blue rose. She held it in the air and started whispering some strange words and the rose left her hands and started floating in the air, spinning around in the air. The rose petals started removing by itself and began forming circle. It started growing bigger and bigger until it was like the size of a portal.

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

The winter roses were in full bloom, their petals glowing silver under the moon, frost edging their thorns like delicate lace. Liera gasped as they stepped into the clearing. “Wow… I had only heard of them. Never seen them.” The frozen roses stretched before them, their blooms perfect and ethereal, silver frost sparkling on every petal. The garden was a hidden jewel of Ravencrest, a place few were allowed to enter. Ryke had come here often when the weight of his duties grew too heavy. Now, he watched Liera as she stepped closer, her green eyes wide with wonder, fingers reaching out to touch a bloom without disturbing the frost.

“You bring me what you find. Discreetly. And in return… I offer you truths. About the attempt on your life. About the undercurrents in this castle that threaten far more than just your engagement.” The offer hung between them, heavy with risk and potential. Trusting a shadow was insanity. But refusing meant facing the labyrinth of Blackwood Castle blind, with assassins potentially at her back and her own brother pulling her strings towards ruin. Lysander represented an unknown variable, a wild card. But in a game rigged against her, a wild card might be her only chance. “How?” Vivian asked, her voice barely audible. “How do I contact you?” A small, dark object flew through the air. Vivian fl

Rose said. “Why did he do it? It doesn’t make sense,” I said. Rose shrugged. “I can’t read his mind. It was strange to me too.” Rose had silver hair which looked more white than silver. She always wore white. Even her eyes were more white than silver. And her lips were blood-red. She looked like a ghost. A very beautiful ghost. I looked away from her face and turned to Sully. I removed a few strands of hair from her face.

The door was pushed up. “Here is the work of my blood, sweat, and tears.” Rosalyn gasped. There was tons of artwork in the room. Rosalyn's eyes fell on the artwork in the middle of the room. Rosalyn looked at Carlos as if asking for permission. “Go ahead. Feel free to check any artwork you like.” She got closer to the painting. It was a portrait of a girl. She looked oddly familiar. Rosalyn feels like she has seen her before but she can not place where.