Riddle Rosehearts X Reader Novels & Stories

Her steps slowed when she saw him—them, standing so close to each other that an accidental movement would make their lips meet. He looking into Rain's eyes with an expression Andrea had never seen before whenever he looked at her. His arm was around the girl’s waist and the other in between them...A red rose in both their grasps and blood dripping down from both their arms. Who was bleeding? She couldn’t tell. But she hated the sight in front of her, the fact that a man as powerful as Alexander wasn’t even aware of his surroundings just because of the bitch in front of him. They were both lost in their own little world.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

However, before the food was served, the waiter brought over a bouquet of red roses. "This is for Ms. Stafford, sent by one Mr. Pennington in congratulations for the successful art exhibition." Heather did not take the flowers. She told the waiter to send them back. "Tell Mr. Pennington that I don't like red roses." Red roses were Anne's favorite, not hers. She only liked pink ones.

I tried to get up, but he stepped forward, his legs hitting my knees and stopping me. "That didn't answer who you are." He growled at me. I coward, fear shooting through me. "I'm Rose." He took an inhale, my fear thick in the room. "You don't smell like one of the Clans." I paled. "I'm a Foxen." His brow rose and he moved. The door closed, sealing us in darkness.

I smell the blood trail she's leaving. I leave my mates in my dust. Rose is an apex predator in her element, and she has never felt this strong before. It’s thrilling. Then I see it. A handprint on a tree trunk—small, delicate, glowing with residual body heat. Blood smeared across the bark. Rose's instincts scream wrong. Kira's hands are larger, rougher. This print is almost... dainty. Is Kira smaller than I remember? Or is someone else bleeding in these woods?

But what drew me most to this garden was the abundance of rose bushes, all in various colors—pink, yellow, blue, and red. They were all so beautiful I couldn’t stop admiring them. I plucked one and brought it to my nose. The scent took me back to my dream of that boy with heterochromia eyes, and I smiled, missing him already. Would he appear again in my dream? Would he still smile at me like before? Would he— “What are you doing here?” I startled at the sudden intrusion and snapped my eyes open to see Lorenzo glaring at me. He had his hand wrapped around my wrist, and I could feel his wrath in waves.

Its petals were so dark they looked like velvet dipped in ink, but it was different from the golden trash Jaxon had sent. This rose felt… heavy. It radiated a faint, rhythmic violet hum that was miles different from the frequency of the forbidden spell that had nearly killed me. The chill that swept through me had nothing to do with the morning draft. Rivenhad caught me. Rivenhad carried me. But this rose… it felt like a signature from the shadows. “Lumira! If you aren't out of that bed in three minutes, I am dragging you to the pits by your hair!”

It made him wonder if he really did deserve her trust, and this extent of secrets revealed? Crystal seemed to know what he was thinking and said, "Somehow, half of what I just told you isn't a secret. It's left for the knowing mind to figure it out. Rose is blood. Rose is lust. And Rose is danger. Blood because of her colour. Lust because of her petals. And danger because of the thorns that do protect her from being held. There's no exception where you'd say she only gives herself to the one she deems special. No there's nothing like that for Rose. She gives herself to anyone really. But the question is, can they be able to hold her for long, while spilling blood? You see, Rose isn't like Cl

“You’re w-wrong.” “Oh my dear Rose, I have seen you ogling at my brother and I bet you will make him as yours.” She smirked and left me confirming that she knew she was right. What the fuck?Rosella My fingers gently traced the first page. Her writing was mesmerizing. It was elegant. Something I never possessed. 21st June’ 12