Rose Chase Snapped Novels & Stories

Bianca's POV The acrid smell of smoke hung heavy in the air as I crouched behind a charred wall, the flames casting flickering shadows around me. The chaos in the prison yard provided the perfect cover as I silently observed Russell emerging from the building, carrying an unconscious Rose over his shoulder. I couldn’t deny the small flicker of satisfaction I felt as I discreetly raised my phone, recording every step he took. The camera lens followed his every move—the way he moved quickly yet cautiously, his sharp eyes scanning the area for anyone who might witness his actions.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

I snuggled towards her while she put her arm across me and drifted back to sleep. The next day was the usual until I completed my work. I nonchalantly made my way to Blossombee, slightly frustrated at how robotic my life seemed. I smiled to myself reminiscing all the jokes James (my co-worker) had pulled today. As I wobbled my way across the street, I felt a firm grip on my upper arm. Before I could do anything, I was being dragged towards an empty alley nearby. I opened my mouth to scream only to be clamped shut by a large hand. Tears clouded my vision and I began to take heavy breathes, thinking of the worst possibilities.

I said softly, letting her go and clutching the side of the mattress to pull my body upright enough to lay my gaze on Rosalie once more. Her coloring was different. The gray tinge of her skin was blossoming in a rosy apricot once again. I held my breath as one of her fingers twitched. "Rosalie?" She let out a low, pained moan, and I jumped to my feet. Kacidra had scrambled to her feet as well and we were standing shoulder to shoulder as we looked down on her, tears rolling down our cheeks and dripping onto the mattress. She reached up, and in a swift, deliberate motion snatched the necklace from her chest and threw it across the room, crying out in pain as she placed her hand over her chest.

She raised her hand to slap Rose— But before she could— Rose grabbed her wrist. Twisted it hard. A loud scream echoed— 🔥

“You’re right. Let’s go.” At the mall, we went to the clothing aisle and tried on several dresses before buying a few. We moved on to shoes, then jewellery. Just as we were coming out of a store where we had just bought two gold bracelets, I saw something that made my heart stop and I came to a sudden halt. Rachel inquired what was wrong, but I didn’t hear her. Blood rushed in my ears, my heart beat faster and my breath came shallower as I stared at the smirking face of Rose Thane.

The young woman who got slapped earlier went to the toilet and cleaned her arm furiously. “Just calm down. When he’s drunk and Corax gets Rose onto his bed, we will have our revenge!” said the other woman whose bra strap almost got pulled off by Kaze. They sacrificed a lot just so Corax could get Rose tonight. If Corax’s plan failed, they would be furious.

“You crave something you cannot have, and forget to actually love what you have, cara mia.” Rose inhaled deeply, her eyes closed, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. “I guess you’re right about this,” she conceded after a beat, heart heavy, breathing labored. “I know I am,” Flora nodded, a bright smile stretching her lips. “I’mma go find Roman,” Rose got off the chair at once. The moment she did, however, dizziness hit her, an unbearable pain hit her, even as something wet traveled down the length of her leg.

Within just ten seconds, gunshots rang out. The sound of gunfire and screams echoed loudly, shaking the entire night sky. "Rose is always so decisive!" Henry smiled, "Can she really take care of hundreds of people in ten minutes?" Camellia smiled elegantly, "I'll make my move after ten minutes!" Henry teased, "I thought Rose was human!" "Oh, darling, no offense, but you and Victor are truly ruthless!" Even as she spoke, she elegantly toyed with her flashy M200 sniper rifle.