Ruby Rose Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The girl grew up in the hospital. This morning, Rose sat under the shady Tabebuya tree and cried again. She was unable to see Jasmine. Jasmine's face is not like Jasmine's. Even Jasmine's face is like Voldemort's. A nose that is out of place, eyes that can no longer open. In a way, Jasmine's eyes were blind. So, Jasmine could only feel around him. Rose cried all the time, every time she saw Jasmine.

Then, slowly, her expression shifted from anger and hardening into something far more dangerous. “Rosie,” Red said, her voice smooth now, almost calm. “It seems you’ve come at the right time.” Rosie tilted her head. “I heard shouting.” Her gaze dropped briefly to Anne still kneeling on the floor. “And begging.” A smirk curved her lips. “She failed, didn’t she? I told you Rylan only likes me. He always did when we were little. If he doesn't like me, why would he sponsor my education? And my mom said since they married they haven't had sex. I am sure he thinks of me.”

She took a quick glance into the plate and looked away sullenly. "Won't you eat? Oh I see, you're handcuffed...hahaha."I moved behind her and untied the rope. I discovered that I had tied the rope too tightly, the rope had eaten into her skin. She rubbed her hand, trying to get blood circulation in her hand. I stubbed my cigarette, then told her: "Eat up", and then walked out of the room, making sure to lock the door after me. VANESSA

Kitty asked in a haste, "What is it --" The pattern was moving towards the rose! "Maybe we should take the rose out..." Kitty mumbled, but Erebus already fainted. Kitty couldn't decide what to do, she knew the roots of the rose should be deeply entangled in his heart right now -- like the heart of the boy she saw on the way; but what if the rose lives on not just living energy, but literal death? She reached out to the rose, but dare not really hurt it. It WAS feeding on Erebus's life. What if its already part of him?

Like a rose forced barren of its thorns. Let me beat in your veins for a while, I'll let you beat in my heart forever. -Author ________________________ Rose's eyes slowly blinked as she felt a sudden touch in the alcove of her neck. Her body felt weak, making her unable to move freely. Only a pitch-black hair could she see from the tail of her eyes as she slightly turned away. What's wrong?

The instant formation of tears in her eyes made her not able to think of a plan to prevent that from happening. I had a feeling she would somehow try to ruin our meetup with Hope so I didn’t delay a minute and joined Silas in the car. As the car started driving off, I noticed Roxanne standing in the doorway holding the blue rose in her hands. I bet she tried to run after us but we had left already. “Umm, what is up with that blue rose?” I had to ask about that rose because I have seen her play with it a lot. There was something very weird about that rose apart from the fact that it never dies and is not even artificial.

The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.

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.

As much as I wanted to spend so much time with my mate, I also knew that we do not have time to waste. Damon is unhinged and having a very unhinged Alysia as his ally will only decrease our chances of winning if a war is brought upon us, unprepared. “Adrian, I want to ask you something”, I said and he looked up at me expectantly. “Do you think we can…….”, I was unable to finish my words because the door slammed open and Rose came in. Her eyes were sad and she looked dejected until she saw me. Her eyes lit up and she ran towards me. She hugged me with so much force, I thought I was going to pass out from not being able to breathe.

“You crave something you cannot have, and forget to actually love what you have, cara mia.” Rose inhaled deeply, her eyes closed, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. “I guess you’re right about this,” she conceded after a beat, heart heavy, breathing labored. “I know I am,” Flora nodded, a bright smile stretching her lips. “I’mma go find Roman,” Rose got off the chair at once. The moment she did, however, dizziness hit her, an unbearable pain hit her, even as something wet traveled down the length of her leg.