Rose Madder Novel Novels & Stories

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

In the darkness, the lights were shining like stars. Unfortunately, it was a pity that she was all alone on what was supposed to be their first night after their engagement. When she opened the bedroom door, she was amazed. There were nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine red roses on the bed. Madelyn thought, 'Did he... buy all the roses in the entire Ventropolis?' The room was filled with a seductive aroma; it smelled very good. But the scent made her feel a bit dizzy. She covered her head. Suddenly, her vision became somewhat blurry. In the dimly lit environment, she saw a figure approaching...

Maybe Cesarevich Dimitri could've taken an interest in me… Oh well, I suppose I'll find out once I get to Russia—hopefully I can do all the things I did in my courtship with Prince Adrian with Cesarevich Dimitri instead and have it be successful. Have it turn into an engagement, a marriage, and dual reign over Russia…It already sounds lovely! Until next time, Rosemarie Mazur I closed my trusty journal and hid it away, along with the gold key. I crawled into bed and closed my eyes, falling into a slumber full of promising dreams, a smile forming on my face.

Damen said before he pushed me to the ground. "Rose," Poppy said "I was going to take it easy on you, but since you want to be difficult, I changed my mind," Damen said. He got on top and I tried to kick him again but he woudln't let me. "That won't work this time," Damen said, and then he punched me in my face so hard my vision became blurry. "Beloved!" Was the last thing I heard before darkness consumed me

I asked stubbornly. "Good damn! You're really embarrassing. Good! I'll give it to you in a moment," Bennet sneered, shaking his head in annoyance. Then he got up and handed his new magic medicine to Rose. "Drink it." Rose obeyed his orders with irreproachable obedience and drank the magic medicine in one go. When she was done, she put the bottle on the floor without worrying about the world. Instantly, her haggard face became much more energetic than before.

Just when we were about to sweep the case under the rug, Our team got hold of some information from a foster home about a girl named Roselle who arrived at the home two months after the incident and we had her adopted so we could keep her close and under our watch. Since then, we've been making enquires on who she met and friends she might have talked to in the home and still nothing. She kept no friends, talked to no one and that was strange and very frustrating. I must admit, the maid was a looker. Long chocolate brown hair that flowed softly to her slender waist, blue eyes, pink pouty lips, highlighted cheek bones and a curvy body to kill for but her repulsion towards me drove me insane.

The scent of paper and cedar cologne seeped through every corner like a slow poison - calm, domineering and ruthless. The project team sat in their seats, hands trembling with cold sweat dripping down their backs. They each bit their lips, heads deeply bowed - not daring to peek a sight of the man before them. Matthew picked another file, flipping through the first five pages with pure disinterest. After a while, his lips twisted in a low sneer, his long fingers reaching for a gold rimmed lighter. He flipped open the cap, and with one flick, he watched countless, sleepless nights turn to nothing but ash and fumes.

Maddie was shocked. They had sedated her with a special tea and locked her in it with a spell. Raven too! Why? Her heart skipped a bea, because Raven had kissed her back! Suddenly she was taken out of concentration. She hadn't heard the knock on her door, but she heard the door open. ‘Maddie? Oh sorry!' Rodolf stood in her room, staring unabashedly at her, at the way she stood in her underwear. ‘Rodolf,’ she said, startled.

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

“I know but there are some lies that are necessary, especially when you promise someone else to maintain them.” “What lies?” This time Paul heard the anger in my voice. “Rose, the man that attacked you, what do you remember about him?” Paul pressed like this had everything to do with what he wanted to tell me. The memory was blurry as I tried to put the pieces together. “I don’t know… he was fast, really fucking fast. And his teeth— No, I was so frightened I imagined most of it.” “Rose,” Ivan touched my hand and my eyes flew open. I hadn’t even realised I’d closed them so tightly. “Just tell us even if it sounds crazy.”