Rubi Rose Erome Novels & Stories

Her peaceful bubble of life, pinned down and leaking with every new minute she spent in her old house. All of it stemmed from that single face that hovered at the edges of her nerves like a plague. Her hand that moves to adjust her pillow touches a sleek texture and the young girl pauses. The resin rose is staring up at her like it always did when she lays her gaze on it. Faintly, she remembers clutching at it before she went to sleep, but it only adds more irritation to Alina's already crumbling mood. Without a word, she sets it down with a clank, and then heads out the room with a tug of a new bubble gum pink shirt.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

When she tried to create distance between them, he pulled his hand out of her grasp and then picked up the rose that had fallen then he wrapped his other hand around her waist and pulled her even closer, her chest against his stomach, she could feel every slow breath he took, her knees weakened and almost became mush. He handed the bloody rose over to her, she reached for it, subconsciously collecting it from him...feeling the wetness of his blood against her fingers. “Rain...” he said. The edges of his lips curled up and his hold on her waist tightened. Rain held her breath and waited…

Ronnie said. Rubi didn't respond because the pain she felt was intense, but it wasn't as prominent as her green hair, which was glowing brightly. This prevented Ronnie from getting closer because he was afraid something might happen, but he didn't care, so he went over there. He wanted to grab her shoulder, but that's when the strangest thing happened.

"How much further do we have to go? Are you trying to wear me out on our first day of marriage?" Gabriel laughed along and pointed to a villa about 30 feet ahead. Freya looked up and saw a burst of vibrant red. With the sky growing darker and the light too dim to make out what they were, she asked, "What's that?" Gabriel stayed silent and pulled her along as he ran. When they reached the gate and pushed it open, Freya was met by a garden bursting with royal poinciana blossoms, their flowers swarming every branch. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she gazed up, lost in the beautiful sea of blossoms. A breeze picked up, sending the red petals fluttering to the ground. It felt surreal, like

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

This was the first gift he had gotten from any friend, ever. "Oh, please. You're grinning like a psycho," Uriel commented, bashfully presenting a bouquet of the reddest of red roses, blooming into a garden of love, for Erin. They had swivelled and twisted, digging their roots into each other for support, so fresh, they appeared to have only recently bloomed. Roots of lavender accented the wide, scarlet petals flourished by the light graze of the sunlight, bourgeoned wide for Erin's senses to feast on. Everything from the colour, scent, size, and type, pleased the boy in more ways than he could describe. With both hands, he carefully brought it forward to Erin, who looked like he was about to

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

Suddenly he tackled me with a knife before It could reach my stomach I fired my shot at his leg. Pushing him off me as he yelled at me. "Where are we going?" I look at Coby. We decided to rent a villa long past the city. But closer to the club I was supposed to meet Emerald at. As I walk back to the car Coby pulled his car out the narrow road, I opened the back door. My heart stopped as I didn't see Rose anywhere. "Rose!" I yelled slamming the door close. My eyes move back to the two guys over the ground and I moved around in search of her, The relief that washed over my heart when I saw her back towards me. I walked near her.

Just an older man with silver hair and eyes like oil; slick, dark, unreadable. They called him consigliere. Advisor. Manipulator. He smiled at her like he knew everything. Including why she was here. She avoided him for the rest of the day. But that night, as she cleaned the study, she found something. A black notebook, half-buried under a pile of folders. Inside, dates. Payments. Names. Including her father’s. One name was underlined in red. "Project 5B : Initiated by A.D." She blinked. Her breath caught.