Ruby Rose Volume 7 Novels & Stories

The scent of bleach was stronger now, sharper, as though the place had sensed what she carried and braced itself. Rose sat down on the edge of her bed. The thin mattress sank under her, and for a moment, she just stared at the floor. Her fingers shook when she uncurled them. The papers slipped onto the blanket beside her, pages whispering as they settled. Her eyes found the name first. Eli Zhou. Not Sallow. Not a single trace of Duke. She read it again, even though the letters blurred through the film of tears she hadn’t realized she was holding back.

"In case you don't know why I hate you. It's before you're the one to bring an end to black magic" "Wh......wh" Rose pushed the sword deeper until she gave up the ghost. After making sure she wasn't alive, Rose asked for the body to be disposed of. Although her body was disposed of, it got missing, a few hours later and no one could say what happened. **

Like he'd been caught in one of the explosions. Rose grabbed his chart, calling for Sonya in a strained voice, anger and sadness battling inside of her as she read. A dark haired woman, her eyes large and pure white and a thin, almost gaunt face with blue skin. "Sonya, Xav, Xav, Sonya." Rose introduced dismissively, turning the page. Sonya held out a slender hand and smiled a sharp grin. "Rose's told me alot about you." Her hand was oddly warm, almost comforting as I shook it.

V. ***** ~Time skip 02:30 p.m. Rosaline was cleaning the library since the past six hours. She was totally exhausted and was walking with heavy steps while carrying a pile of books in her hands. There were countless books and the poor girl was finding it so difficult to arrange them herself. All the almirahs and shelves had been vandalized so she was just keeping the books in one corner. The pieces of the flower vase which was broken by that freak were still lying on the floor. The maids and guards kept watching the poor thing with pity and guilt.

ROSE Rum whispered back, “This isn't some Power Rangers or X-Men shit… it’s just the way we are. Some people can count twice as fast while others have an eye for details. That sort of thing. It’s a biological difference. We do not have special powers.” “Okay. Let me rephrase: what other abilities do you have?” The sheer curiosity was burning my head. Rum sighed and muttered, “Goddamn it, Rose. We just had a close call. And I’m still feeling traumatised by it. Can we not talk about this right now?” His head was resting on the headrest and his eyes were closed.

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

Rose almost burst into tears, but she stopped herself and quietly took out a handkerchief and covered her left cheek. “Follow me.” “Okay!” "Understood!" "It is benevolent of me to spare the people's minor mistakes," she said loud enough for the students to hear, as they nodded their heads in agreement. Rose took huge strides into the buzzing town. "Hmm, that's fascinating." Solan stood at the top of a roof, watching the women who had a strange yet familiar sensation of power. "Ewww," she said as she gazed at the scarlet blood on her finger.

The waterfall roared louder than usual, but a rancid smell overpowered the usual scent of roses. Rogues were waiting for her, not Xavier. One of them was the unkempt man from the market. Rose readied herself, then she felt him. Xavier, running flat out, drawn by the bond. He burst into the clearing, eyes blazing. “Rose, run!” “No, we fight together.” Then the wild roses moved like a living thing. They had always grown thick here, but tonight they came alive. Vines wrapped her ankles, thorns gentle against her skin, petals brushing her face.

“You crave something you cannot have, and forget to actually love what you have, cara mia.” Rose inhaled deeply, her eyes closed, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. “I guess you’re right about this,” she conceded after a beat, heart heavy, breathing labored. “I know I am,” Flora nodded, a bright smile stretching her lips. “I’mma go find Roman,” Rose got off the chair at once. The moment she did, however, dizziness hit her, an unbearable pain hit her, even as something wet traveled down the length of her leg.

Eliana chose the light-coloured Rilakkuma, therefore she was left with the dark brown Rilakkuma… the one that Grayson gave her. Holding the soft plush toy, Rose unconsciously lowered her head and buried her head in it. She held onto it even tighter as her cold body and mind seemed to have been warmed up by it. Looking up, she took a deep breath before walking into the house. Rose had already thought of the worst-case scenario, which she would be ready to deal with later. She came back with the idea of not giving him d*mn. Therefore, she was fearless at this time. Pushing the door open, as expected, he was sitting in a familiar position at the bar, drinking a glass of expensive red wine.