Ruby Rose Turner Novels & Stories

"But if Blаnсhе didn't hаvе аnу mоnеу, hоw did ѕhе рау for thе funеrаl and hеаdѕtоnе?" I dіdn't answer hеr; I let thе ѕіlеnсе do thе tаlkіng. "Yоu must have paid fоr thеm, thеn." "Rоѕе tаlkеd tо me аbоut ѕеllіng the ruby. I wоuldn't lеt hеr... how could I роѕѕіblу let hеr? Did уоu аѕѕumе that Rose ѕоld her bіrthrіght tо pay fоr thе funeral and hеаdѕtоnе? If іt саmе tо thаt, Rоѕе would hаvе, Puрру...mу ѕwееt Rоѕе wоuld hа vе. Tоtаllу selfless on Rose's part; lеаvіng her реnnіlеѕѕ." Puрру didn't аnѕwеr.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

She knew what was in the box before she opened it. She lifted the lid. Inside, resting on a bed of white silk, was a human finger. On the finger was a ring she recognized—the signet ring of the only person in the Syndicate she had ever trusted: her mentor, Viktor. And pinned to the silk was a note written in blood: The Rose belongs in the garden. Come home, or we'll send the rest of him piece by piece. Sloane didn't scream. She didn't faint. She looked at Julian, her eyes turning into flint. The romantic facade was gone, replaced by the "Killer Wife."

She didn't know that I would not only buy her submission- I would break her, ruin her, and bend her to my will until she begs for mercy. ROSE Beautiful, smart and loyal to her loved ones. Rose Kapoor will do anything for her family that gave her a life she has today. She only wanted this job to be independent and be able to live her life on her own terms for once. Instead, she met Ryan Johnson-a beautiful, arrogant bastárd who ruined her interview and insulted her like she was a nuisance. When she discovered he was her new boss, she tried to leave, but he blackmailed her into staying.

If he loved me, why'd he trash me in front of Charlotte? I couldn't stomach more of his fake, nauseating love. "You've got it all wrong. I'm not a rose. I was born to belong to this land. Someday, I'll fill this barren place with roses myself."

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

He has every right to be angry then I see him looking at my bump. He comes towards me slowly as if tiger is taunting it's hunt that there is no escape from him. He holds my gaze as he traps me between door and his magnificent form. The form which I missed alot at nights. The warmth that form used to gave me at cold night that I missed. "Sometimes instead of beautiful rose, you become a thorn at my side. But I rather feel the pain of it because it is another side of your love too." Rudra says as she looks at me with mixed emotion. Anger, hurt, guilt and most of all love.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

I smile and sit next to her on one of the workout benches and grab two small dumbbells. “It feels good to find someone my age. Let’s be friends.” I suggest and look at Rose who’s standing like a typical bodyguard on the side. “Oh, this is Rose Carter. She’s the lead female warrior at just twenty! Can you imagine that?” “Really?” Hailey’s eyes grow wider than saucers. “She’s awesome! Nice to meet you, Rose. You can work out with us.” Rose nods. “Good to meet you too. Thank you for the invite but I work out at 4 am. My job is to protect the Luna right now.”