Novel & Cerita Ruby Rose In Resident Evil

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.

Elisa shrugged as she dragged the bag and set it down next to the wardrobe. “Were you the person who gave me this rose?” Rain nodded her head at the delicate rose that was kept inside of a glass vase with water. The single rose was the only thing in it. Elisa shifted her attention to the flower, started at it for a few seconds before nodding her head in affirmation. She didn’t say a word after that, she just led Rain to the vanity table that was set up for her in the room because she knew that it wasn’t there before.

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

He moved with a sickening, fluid speed—a shadow fueled by the Rose. I didn't think. I couldn't afford to. I reached into the briefcase, pulled out a handheld neuro-toxin grenade Lucian had kept as a "last resort," and threw it. The explosion wasn't loud, but the cloud of white gas was instantaneous. The Russian soldier froze, his lungs seizing as the toxin neutralized the Rose in his blood. He collapsed, gasping for air that was no longer his to command. I ran. I didn't look back at Yusuf. I didn't look back at the bodies. I reached the submersible's hatch, my breath coming in jagged gasps.

And as usual when I get up from bed I get the urge to vomit but thanks to Dadi I have now remedy for it. I brush my teeth, wash up and get ready in royal blue and pink colored lehenga and wear simple jewelry and the necklace which Rudra gifted me in Parvatha. I eat some amla from one of the box to control my nausea a bit as I go to ring the bell to call Hira. But before I can do that Rudra comes in the room and he has a single red rose in his hand. He looks at me with sweetest smile and comes towards me.

Rey replied in a husky voice, he grabbed the bottle of wine and poured it into the glass but before he could grab it, the lady already picked it up and took a sip of it. "This tastes so expensive." She muttered. Rey finally turned to look at her and she winked at him. She was a blonde, busty young lady of average height. From her very revealing clothes, Rey already knew she was one of the strippers. "Did Charlie send this one to me?" He wondered. "I am Rose. The prettiest of all flowers." She said. She was pretty, but nothing compared to Amelia. Rey shut his eyes trying to get the thought of Amelia out of his head and also fighting back the urge to push Rose away from him.

Rose didn’t respond and her head drooped as she lost consciousness. Startled, Alex gently placed her down to examine her breathing. Once he was certain that she just fainted, he breathed a sigh of relief. However, his heart was still racing. When Alex walked out to the room with a rose in his arm, he saw a beautiful woman heading towards him. Her face looked much like Rose’s. As her eyes met his, anger appeared on her face and she began marching towards him, seemingly ready for a confrontation. “Who the hell are you? And how dare you break into the Murray family’s household? Put Rose down!”

At the end of the hall, a door sat slightly ajar. I pushed it open… and froze. The room was filled with portraits of me. Me dancing on stage. Me reading quietly in the library. Me sitting alone on a park bench, lost in thought. Every angle of me, every moment… Jordan had captured in painstaking detail. I stepped closer to one painting. That was seventeen-year-old me in mid-dance, skirt flying, laughter radiant. In the corner, there was a line of tiny words that read: My rose has finally come to me.

"Ooo oo.. . what is happening to you? I will take good care of you when you are alive." And again laughing like monsters. Rose pushed his body and ran away and he continuously laughing loudly. Rose ran so fast that she forgot everything and did not know anything. She just ran fast and looked back to see whether he followed her or not. After a while, when Rose was about to cross the gate and get out of the town. He came back abruptly and Rose just saw him in front of her. He looked at her in anger and so near to her that she did not imagine he had come here so fast, and within no time she fell down on the floor and became unconscious.

“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.