Riddle Rosehearts X Reader Novels & Stories

But there was one patch of roses that was blood red in colours, glowing so vividly as of wanting to charm each and every individual who lays his or her eyes on them, be it only for a second even. It seemed as if they were all grown simultaneously as the whole patch made the shape of a heart and in between there were eight white roses which seemed to be forming sone kind of alphabet. Z. I did not know what it was so I asked Xander about it and he did tell me.

Unknown POV Far away, beyond the rift that Selaine once crossed, a child stood in a garden of black roses. He held no thread. No bloodline. No past. But when he breathed, the air trembled. And the roses began to burn.

While it doesn't really bother me because I know I'm gorgeous and do not need anyone to tell me that or otherwise, it is exhausting to stand about and listen to five nitwits whose brains are filled with nothing but the hottest guys in town and high fashion in Vogue spout insults and play tricks on me. I once considered calling them out on their bullshit or even giving one of them a black eye at some point but Ella beat me to it. She's not exactly the most patient person when it comes to dealing with people and she's pretty tough. As the only scholarship students in our year, it's quite easy to identify us as we're required to wear a ‘pride brooch’ as it's called. It's supposed to make us pro

“We have allies arriving now. Come on, lets wipe your face then go out to meet them.” “Adulting sucks sometimes,” Rose says under her breath. I chuckle at her pouting, but I can’t say I disagree with her. The sweet aroma of her arousal is heavily perfuming the air and all I want to do is take her clothes off and fuck her senseless in her office, making her scream my name until she is hoarse. And now I have a raging boner just thinking about all the fun things I could be doing to her but can’t. What a way to go meet with allies, huh?

Freya Rose I pulled away from Tristan, and as I did I made sure to seductively slide my hands down his body. I watched with a smirk on my face as he closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, letting out a low rumbling growl along with it. I lowered myself back down to the floor, and no sooner than my heels hit the ground, a high-pitched hiss filled the room. Sam lunged forwards, pushing the group of teenage hunters out of his way with one arm. A few of them lost their footing and fell to the ground, while the others managed to move out of the way just in time. The redhead quickly pulled them over to the wall with the others. Tristan ripped open his eyes, and then threw his hand towards me. As soon

Rose answered in a playful tone. "What were you searching for here, for which you...stayed outside whole night for days..and almost weeks?" I completed my sentence, struggling to find the right words before looking at Rose who was standing still, her sudden silent and erect posture making me even more suspicious. "I don't think it's really important to share 'cause it's just a trivial matter, you know all these murder mysteries-" "I love mysteries, you know that right? My bookshelf and closet are filled with books based on criminology and stuffs based on them though I'm a doctor by profession so you must know of my addiction for murder mysteries by now?"

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ Rose didn't even look up from the book. "It's called 'In a Monster’s Bed.'"

she whispered hoarsely and held her hand out toward the girl. "It's..." Heather pointed to her book on the table in front of my sister. "Raven, are you blind, like Robin?" "I am." Heather wrapped herself around my sister and hugged her like there was no tomorrow. "Oh!" Raven gasped, then returned the hug with as much enthusiasm as Heather was hugging her. "Forget Robin, you're my hero. A blind author is the bravest thing I've ever heard of!'

Someone asked, I couldn't even tell who that was because I was beginning to zone out again. He's outside! He's waiting for me. "Six years? I can't really tell." Another person said. Exactly! It was six years. Six years of my endless suffering from Ilay Lermontov. "I love this rose candle. It smells just like Easton." Someone giggled, the sound was beginning to irritate me. How can they be making joke about this when I was literally dying inside? "Maybe we should change his name to Rose. Make sense?" Someone said, and that was Ryan.

Her eyes scanned the upper row until they landed on the book, Oath of Blood. She recognized its heavy golden spine instantly. With a nervous breath, Rosa pulled it out, clutching it tightly before she stepped down. Without wasting another second, she made her way to the table and sat. Her fingers trembled slightly when she opened the book. Page after page, Rosa flipped, desperately searching for that letter. The letter wasn’t in the beginning. It wasn’t in the middle either. Rosalie flipped faster. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this without asking him but still she couldn’t help herself.