Ruby Rose Turner Novels & Stories

"Eloise did work my butt off but it was worth it. She might be ice cold but she respects me and was very kind to help me grow my connections." Tamara scoffed, rolling her eyes at Rosie's always kind attitude. "She was cruel, Rosie. Nevertheless, I am insanely proud of you." Some of Rosie's artwork was going to be displayed in one of the local art galleries. It was a big moment for her, a huge step in her career. Technically, the first big move into the start of her promising career. "Th-" "Amour, is your cousine here?" The door to Rosie's apartment opened. A tall and handsome french man walked in, his accent thick but beautiful. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

She took out her compact kit and began dusting her face. “I’m sorry madam. I’m just a little anxious,” Rose said as she rolled her eyes. If it wasn’t for the fact that she had been unable to infiltrate the Raymonds finances then she wouldn't have needed to be so humble. This woman would have become collateral damage. It was too bad for Rose that the Raymonds had not become formidable by being fools. It was going to be harder than Rose thought to milk them dry. She would have to settle for the crumbs they were throwing at her feet now

He stopped. "We'll just wait for her till she gets out and drop her home for now." He nodded. "Kaden, I need to talk to you. About certain someone I once worked for. I need your help in it" I look at him and nod. "We have to take care of this situation first" I said walking inside. "Who are we dealing with?" I asked, my eyes staring at Rose as she danced over the floor. My hands clenching in fist everytime she took something off her body. She never went nude. But her in a bikini was enough to send me off.

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

I entered a state and said hurriedly. Rose laughed, “I can’t leave. I will never leave. Do you know how many people my hands are stained with blood? Do you know how many people I watched die in front of my eyes?” I clapped my hands after the performance. “Very good, very good. I finally know why Director Lewis chose you to be the heroine. Your acting is very good.” Rose’s POV:

Chapter Twenty-Eight Author's Pov Rose had spent months meticulously planning her revenge, gathering evidence, and infiltrating Ryan's inner circle. The shock on their faces made her almost satisfied with herself, but it wasn't going to stop here. Oh no, they haven't seen hell yet, she thought. Giving a brief speech about the project before making her way to Mr. XXXX and his wife. They both stood there in shock but at the same time amazed. The young lady in front of them had really changed from the last time they saw her; it was almost as if the last name added to her made her glow out.

Rosa lunged at Rose with her fist ready. Rose showed no emotion as she caught the fist in her palm and twisted it. Rosa groaned as she glared at Rose. “I wouldn't be trying that if I were you, sweetheart.” Rose muttered before inserting her cigarettes into Rosa's mouth and releasing them. “You messed up my smoke time.” Yulia knew that the ladies' beliefs were different. Rosa was an FBI agent; she saved lives and took down bad guys, while Rose was the bad guy herself. Ruthless and uncaring.

"Sure. Enjoy, Rose." We bid Ms. Garnier farewell and left. I didn't want to say much just yet. I took the bags from Alena without opening them and went to the car where we left them. Once we were seated in the restaurant while having our meal, we talked while relaxing. I sat next to her, with us both facing a wall. It was a perfectly private spot. "Rose was Dad's friend. She sponsored our company back in the days when it had just been established. She was like my aunt. She was my favorite. She's a fashion designer now, and she's an inspiration to me. She's always supporting me in everything."

Came the voice of the Rosie lady as she walked in still naked. Turner and Nash put their heads down not looking at her. It was Charlotte that yelled this time. “You shameless whore go into the Luna office and I will deal with you.” Charlotte stomped off and the lady named Rosie ran away. I don’t know Charlotte very well, but she looked unsettled with this situation. “We are sorry about her. I promise I’ve never touched that woman.” Turner said as he looked in my eyes with a pleading look. “Are you Alpha or is your name Turner?”

“I haven’t even had time to drill you properly about these roses. Tell Aunty Viv. Who is he? I figure he must be rich or own a big flower shop?” She looked at me with a sly smirk. “Does he have a big you know what?” She waggled her eyebrows. Rose wanted to laugh, but the front door opened, and she felt her hackles rise instantly. The jukebox stalled, as heads turned. “Shit,” she turned her back, then said to Viv. “Don’t look now, but his ex-girlfriend just walked in.” Of course, Viv looked straight at her. “The pale blonde who looks like she eats men for breakfast?”