Riddle Rosehearts X Reader Novels & Stories

She wasn’t a full pledged Royal Consort, she wasn’t anything. “El,” The little boy whispers, almost inaudibly. She removes her hand from her face and looks at him. But then she looks at what he was looking at. Following the gaze, he was looking at the little girl’s chest. The little girl’s moving chest. Almost immediately, she crawls over the little girl, ignoring the way the blood clung to her knees and palms. Moving closer, she lifts her hand to feel the pulse on the girl’s neck. Until she doesn’t have to. The little girl’s eyes open, surprising the both of them.

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

“Stay away. All the catty witches will start fighting over them. Sit back and let the competition take themselves out. Those two will take any women mixed up with them down when they fall. They are trouble on two or four legs. Sexy trouble, but trouble.” Heather’s words annoyed Rose. Heather was always a little jealous. She was the daughter of the Rolling Meadows Pack Healer. Rose knew Heather didn’t believe she belonged. She believed her father’s position made her less than, but they didn’t care. So, Amber had to drag Heather to these events.

Rose looked so excited, I had to chuckle. “You know you’re obsessed,” I told her. “Obsessed with what?” Nate asked. “Rose here reads and writes werewolf porn,” Kimi answered. I snorted at her description of Rose’s reading preferences. “It is not porn,” she tried to defend herself. “Yes, some of them have very steamy sex scenes, but the storyline is more about finding love, and fighting rogues.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Nate said with a shake of his head.