Rubi Rose Erome Novels & Stories

Eros growled. I smirked, my grin widening. “No, Eros. He has to be here. He needs to see the ceremony happen between Rubyrose and me. Needs to see exactly what he lost.” “Hmm,” Eros purred in understanding. “I like the way you think. Is Ruby okay?” I looked down at her, the slight rise and fall of her chest under that breathtaking gown. My hand reached up, lightly tilting her face so our eyes met. My gaze roamed slowly from her perfect features down to the flowing dress.

With a heart racing out of excitement, Rune put on his clothes. He was buttoning his shirt when Rose came to him and helped him with it. His gaze fell on her roughened hair, and he wondered what his mother was thinking. She had no right to send ambushers to inject him with an Eroject, especially when she knew that it was not something he had used before. Grateful that the substance did not halt his heart or something, Rune secretly loved that he got a chance to sexually connect with Rose.

It's petals were a beautiful mineral called rubellite, which I usually saw in jewelry back at earth. "Are those rubellite roses?" I asked him softly, staring at the red flowers. Silas smiled and stood up, walking over to me. He handed them to me, the sweet smell of perfume from the flowers filling up my room. The smell was strong enough to cover mine and Silas', so Alexander would not even know that he was here. I looked at them with teary eyes. They were beautiful but it always bothered me how gems could grow on a plants. The biology of this island never made sense.

Ludwig has no choice but to follow the order or else he’ll be the one to be served in the Blood Mistress’ table as an order. And so, he drove home. *** “To which circle of hell have you freaking gone, Romaine!” Hemera’s voice echoed in the walls of the Zadzisais’ cozy home. Romaine, whose casual red dress was wet from her own sweat, replied as she handed the woman a lily of the valley flower. “It is said to soothe the effect of a Black Peruvian Rose, according to one of Eku’s journals,” she stated while she changed her dress at the nearby walk-in closet.

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" I asked with a smile. "Yes" she replied. "Have you taken illegal drugs before?" "No" I motioned for her to look at the screen and her eyes widened with surprise. "You see, it's that easy." I said with a smirk. "What's your name?" "R.J" "Your full name!" "Roselle....." "Don't mess with me!" I said pinning her with an angry gaze. "Roselle Jackson" she replied in annoyance. Her name struck a bell, like I've heard it some where.

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’

A red rose which shines and clearly emerges into the room because the whole room is black. And everywhere in the room there are black roses and that's why this red rose looks more beautiful. I held my body and, with the force of my right arm, I sat on the floor, then I stood up and walked towards this red rose. It is so beautiful and attractive. I have never seen such a beautiful rose, a red rose with so many petals, about twenty, before. I sat beside it and saw that rose which is so attractive and isn't an ordinary rose. On seeing this rose, I just thought about my past.

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

I approach cautiously, trying not to disturb her slumber. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I glance at the computer screen in front of her. The document displayed on the screen is titled "Fragrance of Love." My heart skips a beat as I realize that this must be the copy of the book she was working on, the one named after the scent of Tuberose. Could it be that Ema is Tuberose?