Rose Harbor Series Novels & Stories

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

Rose snapped the Neck of the other lady, sending her directly to he grave. She smiled and walked towards him step by step. "There is nothing that I gave ever regretted" She smiled and gripped his neck with her right hand. "You shouldn't have interrupted me" Her nails embedded into his skin ready to kill him. "Rose!" "Host Stop!" Two voice sounded at once.

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

"I'm not talking about a strap-on, Master. I'm talking about giving you and Chen an erection to have real sex with me. And I don't feel forced into having sex with you, sir. I enjoy your company even if I would prefer sex with Julia. Do you trust me?" "Sure I trust you," I said. "Will it take long?" "Not at all, Master. I'll be right back." Rose got up and I heard her go outside to the pool area. "Do you have any idea of what she's planning?" I asked Chen. "Not a clue, but if she can get me hard again, I'm all for trying it." Rose returned in a couple minutes with a couple of the anal vibrators I had gotten for the dice game today and a bottle of lube.

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.

"But Rose... she was so obsessed with David. Rose ended up being the third person interfering with us, despite our best efforts to shield her from harm. ***

Rose muttered softly, her tone clawing at the air. Her personal assistant entered hesitantly. “Rose… this is the latest report. This morning, Ruby Moon was seen entering Master Lee’s recording studio—” “Shut up!” Rose snapped. Her gaze was wild, unlike usual. “Do you think I’m stupid?! I know everything!” She paced back and forth like a lion in a cage. Her mind was full of tangled threads pulling at each other. Russell’s death was still a mystery. Ruby had once been kidnapped, escaped, and was returned to Juan’s house. And now the news that Ruby wanted to shine again?

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

I opened my own studio, and my days became full, vibrant, and happy. One night, Jordan stepped out of the shower, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on the small of his back. I leaned closer. It was a rose in full bloom—beside it, a little girl dancing. My fingertips trembled as I traced it, my eyes stinging. "I had it done when I was seventeen," he said softly. His gaze lowered to mine, eyes shimmering with starlight. "I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride."