Rose Madder Novel Novels & Stories

“Friends and families discount.” Ollie paid the florist and then put the box of lilies inside his backpack before he plucked a single red rose from one of the shelves to his left. “Here.” He placed the rose in my hand. “It matches your hair.” Then Ollie turned around and walked toward the door without waiting for me while I stood there with my cheeks turning the same shade of red as the rose in my hand.

"Why are you asking me to promise, if I'm going to end up breaking something we agreed on." "You know, I was introduced to a woman who gave me an extraordinary effect. Magda's affair made me a different person. But that woman's body can bring back something I lost. Everything. Including the desire to kill that came back." "Her name is Rose. She was beautiful like a rose. Unfortunately, she's also piercing like a thorn."

"You have to know, Rose Merry is the most shameless woman in this world. That's why Rose Mary always acts as if she is the most exalted woman in this palace. It's so funny when one of those ordinary Wolf-men acts like she's the most perfect woman in the world.” My hands were tightly clenched into fists, I had no idea that their gaze was really so annoying. I almost got angry and had the urge to say something rude to them, but I tried to hold it all in. I endured everything very well, because after all I kept trying not to be provoked by emotions. Indeed, after all the seals were released from my body, I became easily emotional and was ignited by everything that existed. And I also don't know

Rose I drove home with my heart pounding so hard I swore it might burst right out of my chest. Mr handsome scent still clung to me, clean, warm, and masculine, and every time I breathed it in, a flutter swept through my stomach. Without realizing it, a smile tugged at my lips, the kind of smile I hadn’t worn in years. Lord, what is wrong with me? When I pulled into the driveway and stepped inside, the first thing I saw was Lucas and Eva at the dining table, eating the breakfast I had made hours ago.

I pressed my palms together and the earth cracked open behind me. From the soil, some roses erupted with a sickly red glow. Each of them was shaped like a beast with their roots forming like legs and their bark splitting into mouths filled with rows of sharp teeth. Their movements were jerky while wet sounds echoed as they stretched for the first time. The assassins’ eyes widened in horror. "What are those!?" I smiled faintly. "Magic roses. They need nourishment." I pointed toward the assassins and said to the roses. "Feed."

I coughed lightly, but held his gaze firmly. “Is smoking new to you? You seem like the type of girl who likes to play with fire.” I shook my head slowly, tears welling in my eyes. I’d never smoked all my life, no matter how much of a bad bitch I’d been. “Listen carefully,” His voice, calm but laced with threat. “I can make this very easy for you, Rosella. You just have to decide your fate.” My breath caught in my throat. For a brief moment, regret pierced through me—I never should’ve taken this mission. I should’ve refused, but Mag doesn’t take no for an answer. In Mag’s estate, refusal meant a death sentence.

She had lost it. With a small huff, Rosa sat back down, flipping through the book again to search slowly this time. That’s when certain words caught her eye. Mafia. Blood. Gun. Knife. Betrayal. Loyalty and many more dark words. Her brows furrowed deeper with each word. What kind of book was this? Rosa let out a soft sigh. Her fingers brushed the leather cover with disappointment. She hadn’t come for this. She only wanted to see the name on that letter. Just the name.

I take a deep breath as I quicken my pace. 'I can do this' I mutter, the words repeating themselves in my head like a mantra. To my surprise, no one's at the East wing of the castle either and believe me, I find it really odd. Soon, I arrive in front of an open double door with lilac curtains that are pulled apart at the entrance to reveal what looks like a lavishly furnished royal chamber. Framed photos of the queen herself, decorates the walls of the room. As soon as I step into the room, I instantly smell smoke and cedar. Then, I see it. Standing almost ten feet in height is a tree bearing rose flowers that are a mix of red and grey. This must be the flame rose. I move towards it and pluc

And as usual when I get up from bed I get the urge to vomit but thanks to Dadi I have now remedy for it. I brush my teeth, wash up and get ready in royal blue and pink colored lehenga and wear simple jewelry and the necklace which Rudra gifted me in Parvatha. I eat some amla from one of the box to control my nausea a bit as I go to ring the bell to call Hira. But before I can do that Rudra comes in the room and he has a single red rose in his hand. He looks at me with sweetest smile and comes towards me.

Something within her leapt to meet it. The darkness was grainy, empty — gilded in small pools by candlelight and the thin shafts of moonlight that penetrated the stained-glass windows. Rose smiled, feeling disappointed. Wishful thinking. Too many vampire novels. Anne Rice and Freda Warrington had a lot to answer for. Then the shadows moved. The breath caught in Rose’s throat. Her mouth went dry with anticipation even while a heady pulse ticked between her legs. ‘Come then,’ she said softly.