Rose In Black Novels & Stories

The only sounds were the clinks of knives and forks against porcelain plates. After a long, uneasy stretch, I gathered the courage to speak. “You don’t plan on keeping me here with nothing to do, do you?” He looked up, smirking faintly. “Oh, you can talk,” he said sarcastically, his tone dripping with arrogance. I clenched my jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Then, without warning, he reached into his coat and placed something on the table. A black card.

I asked Issa. “What is the universal symbol of love?” Issa asked. “A rose, especially the Red one,” Jamal answered. “Some roses have various meanings, depending on colour,” Issa said. “White rose represents Purity, Innocence and new beginnings, Pink rose means joy, gratitude and admiration, you get the idea,” He continued. “Now the black rose– it represents mystery, farewell and rebirth.” “So the witches are trying to revive an ancient dead god of the dark,” Jamal said.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

"Rose, Rose, Rose, out of all the nicknames you could think of, why Black Rose." Holding my gaze, she wrapped her fingers around it and grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Trying to distract me from the topic of breaking you into submission, are we? Anyway, to answer your question, it's a fine nickname, don't you think? Roses are common pretty red things... but Black Rose is a rare and deadly species, beautiful yet toxic. Just like me, Alpha." She sipped her whiskey, her eyes never leaving mine. "And speaking of beauty and toxicity, don't you think it's toxic to always come to me when Anna can't fulfill your needs anymore?" "I never said Anna couldn't fulfil my needs." I responded calmly, an odd f

After sometime with a sighed expression his lips uttered the words "I Do" "you may now kiss the bride" the priest announced. Alexander put his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him with rough jerk and placed his lips on her soft petals suddenly a wave of electric current passed through their bodies hating the effect she has on him Alex vented all his anger and frustration into the kiss by being rough as much as possible. It was nothing like a kiss all she felt was unbearable pain pooling her eyes with tears definitely this is not the way how she imagined her first kiss with him sensing the loud claps and cheers she somehow controlled herself without letting the tears to cascade f

He carried a large bouquet of roses and looked at me with a mix of regret and longing. "I was blind, Rosie. It felt like I was living in a dream before. Now that I've woken up, I realize I can't live without you." The set fell silent as everyone turned to watch. Allen had no shame declaring this in front of so many people. I felt thankful for having eaten lightly that morning; at least I had not thrown up yet. Allen continued his self-absorbed speech, "Can you give me another chance? Let's start over. We were engaged after all—"

"But have we met before?" "I don't think so. But I've seen you plenty of times. I'm your biggest fan," he said, handing her the flowers. Holly took them, enthralled by their colour and glossy sheen. She always thought roses were so ordinary, and it was a hill she was prepared to die on. But black roses were in a league of their own. They had a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’. "These are gorgeous," she whispered, checking if they smelled as divine as they looked as she sniffed them. "I love them. Thank you."

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.

The hall quietened, the silence hanging like a thick veil - almost as if everyone had suddenly held their breaths on wisp. The red - haired male stepped forward, reaching out for the bouquet of roses. His eyes filled with silent contemplation as he stared at the blooming,fresh roses and then at Dylan's expecting eyes. Without another thought he tossed the roses to the ground, trampling on them with his shoes tilled their petals scattered around in the dust. Gasps rippled through the halls, a clear expression of shock from the watching bystanders. "Dylan, how many times must i have to turn you away and how many times must you embarrass yourself in public like this?. You know.....", Simone pau

He stayed in the car and waited. Holding a bouquet of white roses, Daisy slowly walked through rows of gravestones until she stopped in front of the one tucked away in the farthest corner. The stone bore only Dario's name and the years of his birth and death. In the photograph, he had on a black suit. His distinct features were exactly the same as the first time Daisy had met him. She placed the white roses in front of the gravestone and stood there silently for a long time. Finally, she said softly, "When I said I wouldn't forgive you, I meant it. But I don't hate you anymore either. Rest in peace."