Riverdale Blossom Novels & Stories

“Why bring their wives into this?“ “You asked what they had in common or didn't you?“ Forget it. What are you insinuating? Is this kind of a business thing? But if it is why not just hire hitmen to do it, why the white bloody rose, the drugging, it's obscure. Normally, when businessmen or politicians want to take down their rival or opponents, they hire desperados to do the job, you can get an assassin in the black markets for a decent amount, but this one, leaving a white bloody rose on the victim's chest, I think there's some sort of ritual attached to it” “You have a point Jones so what does a white rose signify?“ “I don't know but we're definitely going to find out.“ “Almond city is beco

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

She beamed and said, “yes, I have talked to dad and he wants us to get married in the span of one month at most.” Rudra nodded and muttered, “fine, now please leave me alone. And for God’s sake, you are chief doctor and do some work.” Kiara moved out of the cabin and her minions instantly joined her tailing behind her. Rudra heaved a deep breath to control his anger that want to escape... he slumped in his chair and held his head in his hands. His gaze fell on the two frames on his table. One of his family with his three lovely angels and his father. His mother; Gayatri, his sister; Sanjana, and his grandmother. His lips curved into a small smile seeing them all smiling. But them his gaze fe

Blue Moon was covered in flowers—sweet, whimsical, hopeful. Riverdale? Riverdale was carved from ancient stone and thick trees. Expensive springs trickled through channels in the marble. Exotic birds rested on high ledges. Wolves in silky robes sipped dark wine and glanced lazily in my direction, only to return to their conversations like I was a gust of wind momentary, unimportant. Back at Blue Moon, they screamed for me. I had to be kept behind guards so they wouldn’t climb all over me like I was some pop star in heat.

The netizens jokingly called him a hopeless romantic, and the fans who shipped us were utterly obsessed. But one day, when he was still logged in on his WhatsApp account on the tablet, a woman sent him a message with a video. In the video, the woman was cosplaying as a bunny police officer, and her gaze was suggestive. She was sitting in a kneeling position with her legs spread apart, and both her hands were unfastening the buttons of her shirt, revealing supple skin that seemed eager to break free. "Bunny really misses Benny. I want Benny to do things to me!"

I pulled out my duffel bag and quickly packed up my few belongings. Suddenly, Carlo kicked the door open in anger. Seeing the bag by my feet, he sneered and kicked it over. I frowned and glared at him. "What's your problem?" "I should be asking you that, Rosa! Are you pulling that same trick again? You didn't die last time you jumped into the river, so where are you planning to go this time? Are you going to send another suicide note again?"

“How are you so calm right now? I’d be crying.” Matilda grinned, wiping her eyes. “I told you, full of surprises.” The next stop was the Riverdale park, a sprawling green space where families and couples gathered to relax. They found a quiet spot near the fountain and sat down on the soft grass, watching the water as it splashed down in a soothing rhythm. Damien leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows as he looked over at Matilda. “This was a good idea,” he admitted, his voice softer now. “Just us. No drama.”

He then took a deep breath, composed himself, and walked towards the banquet hall. The whole venue had been filled with all kinds of flowers. James walked through the flower corridor and towards the stage. All the guests were congratulating him. James saw the happy smiles on his parents' faces and the door that was slowly being opened as the piano played in the background. Jessica, who was wearing a white wedding dress, walked towards him with her arms wrapped around her father's. James knew that he should be greeting his bride with a smile on his face, but he somehow couldn't smile at all. All he could think of was Laura.

It was furnished with the best exterior and interior designs, giving it a fanciful look. I decided to book the hotel garden. It was so serene and surrounded by beautiful flowers. The sweet scents of rose, daisy and tulips rented the air. Colourful butterflies danced around the attractive ornaments. The fresh air and tranquility the garden gave was exactly what Granny needed. Behind us were four bodyguards while granny's nanny sat beside her. I smiled as I watched my folks talk and laugh out loud. I was glad that I was able to spend some quality time with them. It wasn't something I was always chanced to do due to my busy schedule at work.

Satisfied with what he has gathered, Dexter turns and quietly retreats into his own room, leaving Blaze and Alexa to navigate the complexities of their relationship in the privacy of their shared space. The next morning, Rose arrives at Westmount High School, feeling mentally and physically exhausted. Saisha informs her that there is a sports activity scheduled for the day. In the locker room, Rose and Saisha converse about the previous night's events. Just then, Alexa Preston enters the changing room, her gaze scanning the room until it lands on Rose, prompting her to scoff. However, instead of approaching Rose, Alexa continues chatting with her own group.