Rose Blackpink Gif Novels & Stories

Good. “Names,” Viktor ordered. The first to step forward was a tall brunette with a scar across her cheek like she’d survived a bomb. She wore black cargo pants and combat boots like she meant business. “Kira,” she said in a flat voice. “Explosives. Don’t get in my fucking way.” I raised an eyebrow. “Try not to blow yourself up, and we’ll get along just fine.” She didn’t react. Ice cold. Next was a blonde with ceand ekbones sharp enough to cut glass and dark lipstick that screamed trouble. She looked like she enjoyed pain, mostly giving it.

Jisoo and Mara are standing up with their light sticks in the air singing along while Rose only sat down watching,her eyes are on Seven following his every move on stage. She brought out her phone and took his pictures,, "Is Seven your bias too?" Mara asked beside her "Huh? No,," Rose said "Then why are you taking just his pictures?" Mara grinned "It's,,,actually I was going to take their pictures,all of them" Rose smiled and started taking Frankie's pictures too until Mara looked away

"You're hurt." She didn’t respond. She didn’t trust her voice. The door creaked open. He stepped in slowly, his silhouette backlit by orange glow and shadows. Dressed in all black, his tie undone, the top buttons of his shirt open, revealing a sliver of collarbone. His eyes found hers instantly. “There you are.” “Don’t come closer,” she warned. He paused. His brows furrowed, confused, maybe hurt. “What’s wrong?” “The fire. The screaming. You….”

Rose went near to him to find out why he was crying by sitting there. When she came near to him she asked him: " Hey, why are you crying?" The hair of Rose was still on her face and covered her face. He gave no reply to Rose and continued eating his rice and burger. The smell of the Chinese rice and chicken burger was so amazing and yummy that Rose did not control herself as she had been hungry from many days, she wanted to eat food with him. But she controlled herself and asked him again the cause of weeping and this time Rose touched his shoulder with her hand so that he would notice and said:

Rose glares at him for a few minutes tentatively, like trying to find the truth of his words, then sniff again. “You are not lying, aren’t you? You really love me?” Rose asked. Alex nods his head. “Yes.” “Pinky promise?” Rose forwards her little finger making Alex confused by her act. “Pinky promise? What is that?” “If you truly love me, you have to pinky promise.” Alex also forwards his little finger and said, “Pinky promise.” Rose’s face brightens by his promise with a wide grin, but the next moment it darkens again.

Vincent’s voice broke the spell, sharp and filled with unrestrained excitement. “That was incredible!” He clapped his hands together. The crew erupted into applause, some exchanging impressed glances. *********** Later that evening, back in her dressing booth, Scarlet scrolled through her phone. Crown Entertainment had unveiled the first promotional poster for Glass Roses, and social media was already alight with reactions. The poster was a work of art. As Melissa, Scarlet took center stage, one black glove covered hand clutching the paint brush, now covered in red paint. She gave the viewer the opportunity to challenge her and unearth her secrets with her penetrating gaze.

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It's the mate bond. I walked over and stood over Mason. He looked up at me and growled. "Growl all you want, Mason. You're pathetic." I spat at him. As I started walking away, he grabbed my ankle, making me fall and hit my head on a rock. I blacked out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rihanna keeps walking. -- "Look back once Running?? Forgive my mistake... #Unfulfilled_Love #Sabiha_Moyuri

Rose: *Yes, anything for my munchkin 💞* Astrid smiles at the heart emoji and sends her a pumping heart sticker. Rose: *I can't wait to go shopping with you.* It will be so fun. Finally, we can dress up like the old times. Rowan really drenched your color.* Astrid reads her text and sighs out. She had lost what it felt like to be treated like a princess and adored in pretty colors. Rowan hated it when she dressed in vibrant colors. In order to please him, she wore monocolors just to match his taste. After a long pause, Rose sends another message.