Rosekiller Ship Novels & Stories

Simultaneously,the door opened. She looked up at it and her mom dropped open when she saw the guy in front of her. He smirked and closed the door and started moving closer to her. "Don't come closer!"she screamed while moving back on the bed. "Wakie...wakiee...."he smiled. "Seems you remember me,little bitch. You might have the chance to escape the ship back then, but,know this, there's no escape route here" ** The blaring siren and frequent sound of shots woke Rose up.

Kel and Captain George rushed to Irene, captain George was shouting at his men to make sure no one leaves the place . Irene was fine physically, she had no injuries but she was in serious shock and she passed out. An ambulance was called to scene and Irene was rushed to the hospital. Kel wanted to know what his wife saw that made her so distraught. He walked to the car and opened the trunk, Inside was the body of a little girl .she was dead,The little girl inside the trunk was burnt alive beyond recognition.

Rose Elia presses hard onto the gas pedal but I am surprised to see him heading straight towards the Range Rover. As we're getting nearer, he presses down the window on his side before raising a gun. Somehow, everything starts to move in slow motion—I get to see two people on the front seats looking straight at us before Elia shoots the driver.

Asrar growled. “We cant risk faster. Avalon is nearly going to be sick.” Chris said pointing to the very green looking Avalon. Asrar growled annoyed. The longer it took the more Rosalie would be hurt. He looked away for just a second and the boat was thrown for a loop. Everyone on it landed in the water. Asrar shifted taking the boat out before it could land on them. “Rosco.”

It was like a sharp white knife cutting through the silent lake, heading straight for the enemy’s heart. Rosa, the woman clad in leather, raised her sniper rifle and aimed it at the motorboat that was rapidly approaching her! The figure in her scope that was growing ever closer gave her the thrill of a fight unlike any other. The closer Philip got to her, the stronger her lust for combat grew! Nox Rosa, the most lethal rose of all! That was how her organization rated her. She had never once failed before! She tried a few shots, but she still could not hit that man. By now, Rosa knew that she was facing a difficult enemy. No wonder the old master had told her to run if she could not beat him

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.

"Don't be scared." Callum stepped in front of her, his cold gaze sweeping the surroundings. "Even if there really is a killer on this ship, we're right here. He wouldn't dare touch you." Elise lifted her head, eyes red, and gave a small nod. The yacht was quickly brought back to shore. Several officers climbed up the gangway, and behind them followed a woman in a maid's uniform. The maid, Rosie Fenton, seized Elise's wrist and held on for dear life, tears streaming down her face. "Why did you kill her? She was so good to you!"

“Where did you hear that from? Who told you I was gay?” I couldn’t answer, my throat locked up, and I just looked down, squeezing my hands together. Kelvin studied my face for a second, then unbuckled his seatbelt and moved closer and before I could react, he gently held my face with both hands, his palms were warm and steady. “Rose,” he said softly, “I’m not gay and I’ve never been gay.” I swallowed hard, still unable to speak. “I don’t know who told you that,” he added, brushing my cheek lightly, “but you can’t believe every rumor about me, there are too many of them and if you keep listening to them, we won’t go far in what we’re trying to build.”

His hand clasped around her arm and stopped her from being able to leave. Rosie bit her tongue hard, her breathing growing heavy. She looked down at where Blaze held onto her arm, wanting to squirm or scream or cry. Anything. She was beyond uncomfortable and needed to get out of here before a panic attack bursted out. Blaze quirked an eyebrow. "I could give you a ride. Whatever kind of ride you want, Rosebud." Rosie took a deep breath. The room felt like it was spinning around her, everything blurring together. Nothing was making sense to her right now. "Please," she croaked out, her voice pleading. "Just let me go."

Grappling hooks were starting to fly from the other ship, locking the ships together. “Cut the Ropes!” Claire yelled as she pulled the wheel hard away from the ship. The ship creaked as it tried to follow orders but there were too many ropes holding it to the other ship. Claire narrowed her eyes at the ship. It had jet black sails with a crescent moon on them. At the end of the crescent moon a star was dangling. Claire felt a strange feeling of dejavu. Did she know this ghostly ship? She looked down at the lower deck and the men were frantically trying to free the ship. Each time rope was cut it was magically replaced with another. They clearly had done this before.