Ruby Rose Gif Novels & Stories

Cedric said with a smile. "What kind of day?" "Your one-year recovery anniversary." He pulled out a bouquet of flowers. "Congratulations—on being reborn." I took the bouquet, my eyes misting over. "Thank you, Cedric. For this past year… for staying by my side." "Silly girl," he said gently. "I told you, I'd wait as long as it takes. So… are you ready to give me a chance now?" I paused for a few seconds, then smiled. "Alright."

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

We had just come from our walks, hands held, comfortable silence stretching around us when Rhys spoke and my eyes twinkled with curiosity as I turned to face him. "I have a surprise for you in the bedroom. Take a quick shower and get ready, I will take you somewhere." He stated, mysteriously, and although my heart was beating with curiosity, I still nodded calmly as I walked next to him. " Wear this.." There was a single red rose on the bed. He must have cut it from the garden, and even then, that didn't make it less surprising, and the butterflies that fleetingly danced in my stomach? And the hope that budded in my heart? It was unimaginable how a single rose had so many effects on me.

Alex's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she replied "I should check it out" "Yeah, you probably should" I let her take hers first, just to get a perfect view of the priceless expression on her face when it strikes. For a reason I didn't know but expected, it looked like things happened in slow motion. Even the bounce of her curls looked like it took ten seconds, like in those dumb RomComs where the girl slips and it takes an hour till the lover boy catches her. I just don't get it, why is it that the girl never trips and fall like every other normal person?

If she could just use her last remaining bit of strength to get there. Something hit Roxanne on the head again and the sound of laughter was the only thing she heard before the world blacked out. Roxanne dreamed. She was on the beach now. The sun is shining warm on her face and casting its golden rays on her skin. The sea was laden with roses, each and every one of them beautiful and afloat on the water, each and every one of them bearing the same color as her hair. Roxanne could tell they weren't the normal red of roses, they looked like someone had taken that red and set it ablaze, like a fire burned at the very edge of the petals.

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

I thank God the dress is braless because when I notice her perky dusty rose nipples calling out to me, I don't waste time. "Crescent." she moans lowly. That is a switch to something so carnal deep within me. I ravage her nipples and breasts like a starved man. Satisfied by my work on her breasts, I trace a finger down her torso while I kiss her. I am not surprised to find her wet and ready.

I'll be the rose empress. After 8 hours of washing and drying, I look and my new hair and wear my dress, it was perfect. I had a highlight of yellow and orange as it blends with the red it creates an illusion as if my hair was made of fire. I smile at the end product then I heard a knock on my door and saw Mark pop his head in, I look in his direction, seeing his mouth hangs open. I chuckled at his expression and jokingly said "Close your mouth, don't let the mosquito in."

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