Ruby Rose Younger Novels & Stories

How strange is it that I prefer to stay in the cage rather than leave it? "Why are we going there?" Fiore looks straight into my eyes in that moment, a sly smile stretching her lips. "To introduce you to our world, Ellie," she begins. "To let everyone know that you are now a Black Rose." Shit. He's making a move this soon? I inhale sharply. This is it. There's no way out now. "Scared?" Fiore cocks up a brow smugly, looking like she's won a battle.

“I’m sure you do, little one.” “It’s easier to say.” The small grin was obviously a shadow of its former self judging by the look of concern on Rose’s face. Was her sister really eighteen? She acted so much younger than that. Just what a certain someone wanted, a breath of fresh air in his life. He didn’t normally go for females as tiny, as naïve as this. I reckoned they could be good together. But I’m no matchmaker. The Moon Goddess might have other plans for her.

“You said the same thing when we got recruited. We were not that bad.” “Alas, there’s no point talking to young lads.” “What’s your name, little girl.” “I’m Rosy. Good to meet you, sir.” “Aren’t you pretty? How old are you, girl?” “20 years last February.” “You are so young. You must still be in college.” “I graduated this year, sir.” “Good! Good!! You are pretty and smart. A good match for my student.” Rosaline blushed at that, which made him chuckle.

She looked much younger than her actual 43; she had a lovely lithe figure and her soft blonde hair was worn long to her shoulders. But it was John and Debbie’s daughter who caught most of my attention when she arrived the following day. Rose was just a couple of months past her eighteenth birthday and was an incredibly sexy yet innocent-looking girl. She was blonde like her mother and wore wonderfully light and short skirts that showed off her long smooth legs. Rose was really pretty with her mother’s blue eyes, and her tight tops clearly demonstrated that she had young and firm breasts.

Rosa flashed her beautiful smile. "Hi, may I join?" Rosa pulled up the empty chair next to Rose. "Ah, the air here is fresh too huh." "Jasmine, look at this Rose isn't so beautiful and looks so young? How old are you, Rose?" Rose sighed with Rosa's question which she was sure would end up uncomfortable. "Twenty five." "Ow, really? I thought you were thirty." Rosa widened her eyes. "So I'm older, right? I'm twenty-eight and only two years younger than Robert."

Despite the distance between us at times, our bond remains unbreakable, a testament to the enduring friendship we share. We talk about Rose's parents in Italy, who are still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, even after spending twenty-six years together and becoming parents again seven years ago. The age gap between Rose and her little sister has never been a barrier, as Rose has always been mature beyond her years, effortlessly balancing her responsibilities as a successful businesswoman and caring sister.

It turned out that the secretary's wife was actually La Rosa from Cat Lane! She knew La Rosa very well when she was a teenager, around 14 or 15 years old. La Rosa was very popular when she was in Cat Lane and all the gangsters were into her. They always complimented her on how beautiful she was and tried to get her attention. At that time, Ruby was envious and jealous of La Rosa and often imitated her every move. She had wished that she could be as beautiful as La Rosa when she grew up and attract as many men.

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

“Rose, can you please do me a favor?” “What’s in it for me?” Rose asked with her arms crossed across her chest as she lifted an eyebrow. Rose Jean, 28, a year older than Olivia. Her first cousin whom she only ever talks to in their whole family; the reason being that she was a straightforward person who never worries about the bad consequences that may occur from her actions or words, which basically meant that she was the only one who does not use a fake image to interact with her unlike everyone in the family. She was a great architect though so their family members could not completely dislike her.

By sending Rosie to meet Colton, he would get the message and not feel stood up. “Great, so now I’m your butler,” Rosie rolled her eyes sarcastically. “Please, Rose… I don’t want him to think that I’m standing him up,” “But you are standing him up,” Rosie argued. “I don’t really have a choice here,” “Yeah, you do. You don’t have to go with Raphael,” “And have my dad kill me and feed my body to the sharks?” “Geez, you are so dramatic,” Rosie laughed. “You’re only 18, Si. You can go around and have fun. You don’t have to get married right now,”