Ruby Rose Volume 7 Novels & Stories

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.

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

Jade replied shamelessly, "Oh, come now, they've known each other since they were kids. We're together! I'll let Allen take Rosie's name if that's fine with you." She then signaled for Allen to come over, but Allen did not budge. My mother smiled and said, "I've told you: it's better for our families to not have any further dealings. Stop all your bullcrap and get straight to the point." Jade's expression turned awkward as she said, "Actually, I came to apologize. Please have mercy on us. The Walters can't take this anymore!" "Why not? But Allen must admit that he was engaged with Rosie, and Lydia has been the third wheeler all along."

A sly, unapologetic smile curled on her lips as her eyes found mine. “Gideon,” she purred, her voice sickly sweet and unabashedly bold. “I didn’t realize you were...busy.” I blinked, the vivid image of Rose standing naked in the doorway dissipating like smoke. My breath hitched as reality snapped back into focus. Rose was fully clothed, she had been all along, her expression neutral. She was holding a small glass vial filled with a curious-looking liquid.

She decides to fulfill her desires first before the umpteenth volume war begins. Back to the lips. The second to third time Rose dives into that one sweet part in succession. While her fingers never left the nest, she gently played with the black hair that remained calm by her repeated touches. Not the slightest intention of waking Theo from sleep. However, Rose was speechless as she watched the blinking eyelids finally show off the misleading ash color of sanity in full bloom. Rose was indeed completely lost. Her body was frozen, not knowing the way out of avoiding the mutual gaze that thrilled her chest while offering all kinds of opium powder. She couldn't possibly remain mute ....

I held my breath, breaking out in sweat as his proximity made fear spread through my now shivering frame. "You see... The Black Rose is a bad crowd to stick with. They'll lead you to your death. As a friend and a man who's insanely attracted to you... I advise you to cut all ties with them." His smile remained on his face, his voice still the same low, soft lilt it had been since he started speaking. Yet... There seemed to be venom in every syllable, burning through my skin like acid, making my heart pound painfully against my chest. I was afraid. This man... there was something about him, something sinister. He was going to hurt me. He wanted to hurt me.

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.

"Come with me, and I will show you." With much reluctance, Esper took the tiny hand and followed. As they walked, the white room slowly faded into a dark void with only an illuminated crystal walkway as their path. Off in the distance, Esper could see a floating crystalline structure covered in overgrown blue rose bushes. When she reached the entrance of the rose garden, Esper halted in her steps. Lying in the center atop a bed of blue roses was a woman with overflowing silver hair, moon white skin, elongated ears, and slanted eyes. "Who is that?"

Phoenix’ POV Rose is sitting beside me when I wake. She has taken custody of one of my shirts and has it pulled over her crossed legs and the giant leather book is open in her lap. She doesn’t notice me watching her, and for a few moments I just take her in. She wasn’t lying about the tea. Her pain isn’t crippling me anymore, thank everything holy. In one hand she fiddles with a lock of her hair, and she uses a finger of the other to follow the loopy script on the page she is reading. Her mouth moves as she reads silently, and her eyebrows are scrunched in concentration as she takes in the information.

“By the way, you didn’t answer me how were you so sure that I will not do anything to you against your will.” Alexander knew because of aphrodisiac drugs she is also going through a hard time, he was just trying to make it more difficult for her so she will give in by her will. Rose noticed his bulging pant between his legs and feel like she is also wet between her legs. She immediately squints her eyes tightly and clenches her fist to control her arousing desire. “I can judge humans easily.” Rose answer in baritone wanted him to leave her alone. She doesn’t want to talk any further lean back and kept her head at the edge of the bathtub and closed her eyes.