Novel & Cerita Ruby Rose In Resident Evil

The glass assassin—now wearing Echo’s face—smiled from the screen. "You’re beginning to understand," she whispered. "The roses aren’t weapons. They’re seeds." The feed cut to a live satellite image—twenty-seven locations across the globe, each marked by a blooming black rose. New York. Moscow. Beijing. Rykov’s old facilities. Lina’s voice crackled through their earpieces: "Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me—" The glass assassin finished her sentence: "Welcome to the garden, little stars." The roses did three things:

Each breath carries the flavor of gun oil and the metallic hint of blood I cleaned from Isla’s nose today when she sneezed, the color a red-gold shade, like a molten sunset. She found it amusing. My five-year-old giggled as her nose dripped the hues of the city. I did not. I’m wiping down the rifle for the fourth round my hands working automatically when the basement door squeaks and Rosa descends the stairs. She’s dressed in tactical pants and one of my worn Marine hoodies with the sleeves cut off to reveal scars that never fully healed. Her machetes are fastened across her like wings. “You resemble death’s bookkeeper " she remarks, her voice hoarse, from sleeplessness.

“Isn’t that--” “Yeah. We’re not sure.” he was quick to respond to Oswald who noticed too. “Jin, get a better look closer. She hasn’t seen your face yet.” “Why me?” Jin complained before frowning, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets before casually walking around until he was close enough that he could see Rojean’s face clearly and check out Lucas’ appearance before going back to Theo and Oswald. Lucas and Rojean were getting chocolates and Theo couldn’t help but think for a moment how Sei liked her chocolates as well. It was Sei, he thought but he still wasn’t so sure. He had no direction here to follow.

He stayed in the car and waited. Holding a bouquet of white roses, Daisy slowly walked through rows of gravestones until she stopped in front of the one tucked away in the farthest corner. The stone bore only Dario's name and the years of his birth and death. In the photograph, he had on a black suit. His distinct features were exactly the same as the first time Daisy had met him. She placed the white roses in front of the gravestone and stood there silently for a long time. Finally, she said softly, "When I said I wouldn't forgive you, I meant it. But I don't hate you anymore either. Rest in peace."

Just as Rose switched on her car, she remembered that the documents she was having were left in Ronald's room. She got off the car and took the underground lift, as her car was parked there. Ting. The lift got opened and she entered. Ting. The lift got closed and it's started moving upwards. Ting. The lift stopped on the ground floor. Rose frowned. "Who the hell is using the V.I.P. lift?" Rose thought. The door got opened and she saw Lionel walking in. Just as the second she saw him, she rolled her eyes to the other side, acted like she didn't know who entered.

asked Evandor with a broad fake smile showing his zirconia crystal white teeth. “What is this smell? I became restless because of it and to piss me more, those low life creatures on your door weren’t letting me in. What are you up to this time, Evandor?” roared Rosey like an out of control lioness. “So, you killed my guards again?” asked Evandor in utter disbelief, hiding his face in the palms of his hands. “Nope, just broke their bones. I will kill them next time for sure!” replied Rose, gritting her teeth. Her fiery eyes were still fixed on Evandor, who looked at her with adoring gazes.

Suddenly, a thud sounded off the side. A lithe figure crawled up from the ground. Turning around, she was stunned in place with the sharp glare of a cell phone. She lifted her arms to shield the flare only for her wrists to be caught by a pair of plier-like large hands the very next moment. “Rose!” Caught red-handed, Rose gave up on fighting back. “Sir Ares, what are you doing awake so late at night?” she asked, evidently trying to get on his good side. “Looking at the flowers,” Jay replied.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

Not wasting time she removed her sword from its sheath and chopped of its head. ‘Ivory’ Alfred yelled out loud ‘are you okay’. He looked at the rabbit which head was chopped off then her hand. He grabbed her wounded arm carefully. ‘We need to go now!’. He put the rabbit in a pouch. ‘Why’ ivory asked. ‘Don’t you feel anything on your wound’ Alfred asked. ‘Now you ask, I do feel like something is crawling on it’ ivory replied looking at her wounded arm. ‘That rabbit claw has toxins in it, in a few minutes you’ll be paralyzed besides it’s night, animals can smell blood a mile away’ Alfred explained as he crouched.

Moments later, [Rina P.O.V] The ash was still warm on my fingers. I walked the corridor with my hand in my pocket, the residual heat of the incinerated rose pressing against my palm like a brand. The sulfur smell clung to my sleeve, a reminder of my miscalculation. I had been so certain the roses were Riven's doing. The dramatic rescues, the theatrical pouting, the way he appeared at precisely the moment I needed saving—it had all pointed to one obsessed vampire prince with too much time and too many resources.