Ruby Rose Turner Novels & Stories

My lungs burned, my legs screamed, but I didn’t care, adrenaline kept me moving faster, my heart hammering in my chest. Yoooo… you’re probably wondering who this bitch is. “Yeah, that’s me. Rose David.” But… no. That’s not really me. I’m Blaire. Rose is just a weak-ass body I’m borrowing, face and all. But we’re nothing alike totally, completely different, i don’t get caught like that, I don’t get pushed around, I don’t let anyone touch me unless I want them to. “And yeah… this is how it all started with that bitch,Rose”

After all, he was the most closed off; we knew he had a fucked up childhood but not the extent of it. "You say she left his belongings?" Silas asks, his voice much calmer than it had been seconds ago. "Yes, and hers as well, so strange." And hers? Who is this woman? Wait...if she really is... "You say she was here with a detective?" The attendant nods. "A Mr. Justin Powers or something like that. He seemed very disinterested in the case; he made the young lady cry." I hear Silas' sharp intake of breath. Justin is under the Magliana payroll; anyone who is anyone knows that. The second he learns a Black Rose has a known family member, he'll definitely take that to them, and in turn...

"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.

For the garden party they had today to celebrate Kevin's latest business venture; Rose was trying on an off-white, knee-length dress. The dress had fit her body perfectly just a few days ago but now it was refusing to zip up. Being frustrated, Rose left it unzipped and sat on the edge of the bed with a deep sigh. Rose did not realise when her eyes teared up though there was no proper reason. She felt even more annoyed with herself but she could not help it at all.

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

It was his damn fault, he hurt the girl he loves and she is dying slowly in a hospital yet he can’t do anything, and he remembered her saying he didn’t deserve to claim loving her, he was heartless. Most celebrities that Amelia Rose had helped out of the claws that could have sent them down came to see her so was mother Pauline and most of the children she grew up with in the orphanage. Mrs Jones stood at the far corner and watched the kind of love this girl had yet she didn’t notice it and it was already late. She knew that by tomorrow morning arrives they would preparing for Amelia Rose's funeral. Finally at the end of the day some unexpected visitor appeared, She stared at Amelia through

Rose noticed the teenage girl who had helped her with the door standing by a corner of the porch watching everyone. When they finally let her go from the bone crushing and breath captivating hug, she walked up to the girl that opened the door and gave a smile. "I'm Rose Turner. I was once a part of this orphanage." Rose engulfed the girl into a hug and when they had pulled out a smile was tugging on a corner of the girl's lips

She will have him controlled by her and her mother. "But…" Rita was behind the woman, "Miss Rose, are you sure?" Rita was walking behind the famous Rose Druon, a famous rising actress and socialite from Reykon City. However, her achievements only began to skyrocket thanks to her mother marrying millionaire Peter Druon. Before that, no one knew her name. "Yes," Rose walked back. She didn't feel like watching live sex at the time. They didn't even stop when she opened the door. She moved to the next room to open it with the master key, but just before she could insert the key, the metal doors of all the elevators opened and several bodyguards came out.

Something that Pierce could see but she couldn't, or wouldn't, acknowledge. Across the room, Rose was already typing furiously on her phone, likely instructing her assistant to compile everything available about Victoria Kane's mysterious daughter. Her earlier dismissal clearly burned, but now calculation replaced humiliation in her expression. She had always excelled at turning setbacks into opportunities.

He really wanted this to be true because he had enjoyed the time spent with her. “No Wayne, I absolutely did not do this to spy on or trick you. I’m simply helping my friend, Jessica Ryan, out. She is the real Cinnamon; I’m just a poor substitute who needed to drink a bottle of scotch before I had the courage to function.” Rose replied with a wry smile. “Who are you then and what do you really do?” Wayne asked as he tried to wrap his head around the whole thing. “My name is Rose Cohen and I am a marketing executive. I work for Sage Poll Inc.”