Rosekiller Ship Novels & Stories

I laughed, and I could hear Dell do the same. Now I'm really invested. Now I'm going into this to expose Roosely.

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."

Its a pity he's out of town. I hope she cooperates because if she doesn't, I will have to use other means which may not be favourable for a fragile little thing like her. ROSELLE'S POV Six cameras. Barred windows. Three security guards outside the room. Where the hell am I?? Who are these people?? What do they want??

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."

I smiled. Rose had mud covering her clothes, with splashes of water on her top as well. "You should change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." She nodded with a sheepish smile, "I went to collect water from the river but slipped over the rock and fell." I paused but continued stirring again...the river. "Can you add the final petals and stir this? I have some work to do." Rose looked at me in shock and to my surprise, she shook her head in a no immediately, "I can't do that, you shall always complete your work other..."

"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.

His palm settled against the back of her neck, and every place their skin met warmed quickly. A tiny sound escaped Nola. Very soft. The room grew hotter. Nola felt herself going so weak she might melt. Later, the papers and brushes on the desk were swept to the floor. Nola sat on the edge of the desk as the man’s kiss fell over her again, heavy and consuming, his heat surrounding her completely. Only when he was with Nola could Calder forget all his worries and pressure. Ever since Rook Maritime Group announced that it would cut off the Rogers family’s inland shipping routes, the Rogers company had fallen into an unprecedented disaster.

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

My gold tried to flare and failed. And the vessel whispered a pulse through the air not a word, but a meaning: Come. Aria jolted like the command passed through her bones. I pulled her back sharply. “Don’t listen don’t even LOOK at it ” “I’m not,” she insisted, but her voice trembled. The vessel stepped forward again, inches away now. Clara snapped. “Aria move!” Aria shoved me back instinctively to protect me And the vessel’s hand almost

he explained, only adding to my irritation. I had heard tales of Rosa growing up. It was just a myth, a story to scare boys away from the dangerous waters of the sea. “Are they out of their minds? Get back! Get back on the ship! Get back, or you’re all fired!” I threatened trying to grab one of them before he could jump. “Fire us! This ship is cursed! Rosa only appears to cursed vessels!” He wriggled free from my grasp and bolted. “This company is cursed! The other ship burned down in Canada, we don’t want Rosa to set us ablaze!” another fool shouted.