Spike Rosered Novels & Stories

One of the few pure waiters at Happy Hill is Louis. Moving on to the final category, which is also the highest class of them - "the king of rosehip flowers" or "the rosehip king". The "rosehip king" is a class of waiters that is above the common waiters and "rosehip waiters" due to the fact that they have a more regal and sexy appearance. Not even the word, "handsome," can adequately convey their appearance. Patrons must pay a very high price in order to enter the wine room of these rosehip kings. Additionally, due to the limited number of these kings, guests must reserve a room in advance if they want to drink with them.

I opened my own studio, and my days became full, vibrant, and happy. One night, Jordan stepped out of the shower, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on the small of his back. I leaned closer. It was a rose in full bloom—beside it, a little girl dancing. My fingertips trembled as I traced it, my eyes stinging. "I had it done when I was seventeen," he said softly. His gaze lowered to mine, eyes shimmering with starlight. "I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride."

Roseanne wheezes and gasps as the hold on her neck tightens. “Come-” The rest of his words are interrupted by a blast of red sparks which erupted from Roseanne’s fingertips. She directed her attack on its face, knocking it backwards. The Undead is taken by surprise and before he can recover, Roseanne hits it with another red spark. “You b*tch!” The Undead growls and jumps towards her. Roseanne sends more blasts at it. Her attacks are not strong enough to deter the Undead but she is trying to buy enough time to escape with Sir Syron. Her head is starting to spin but she ignores her discomfort, scanning around to see where the Undead has gone.

I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses. My confusion and curiosity grows when my finger brushes past a red one and it turns black. It gets worse I bucked the finger towards the black one and the shade turns. “What the fuck?” 'I second that. What the fuck?' Cecil adds. I shoot to my feet and walk towards the main door. Alexis was about to turn the key. I can explore the house later, right now everything is freaky and different.

] Fishers did not care about the entertainment industry, and if they were to boycott us, they would never find better fishing rods. My reply had fans laughing hysterically. [Rosie is so awesome, she's the best!] [No wonder Rosie said she was taking a break. Looks like she was just setting up something huge!] [She took two hours to win back what she deserves!] [The award ceremony yesterday pissed me off. How could the shameless jerk Allen announce his relationship while awarding Rosie?] [The host had no sense.]

In the twenty-seventh hour after Chen Boyan escaped from prison, the police sent out fifteen drones, nearly half of the police dog police force, after the carpet search of the whole blockade, still did not find half a trace of him. The man left incomparably arrogant, before leaving, but also with the blood of the escorting police officers, leaving the following words. I'll recapture my rose. I'll recapture my rose. Who is this "rose" referring to ...... A group of police officers in the conference room looked at me in unison. "Even if you look at me like that." I held my arms and shrugged. "I can only prove that Chen Boyan is just a love brain." Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to ask m

He replied in a polite customer service voice and turned to leave. "Um, excuse me," Rosa voiced, gaining his attention. She let her eyes roam his face for a moment before shifting them to his name tag. "Spencer." She finished with a coy smile. Uh oh. Not again. I groaned, inwardly. "Yes." He answered. "Can you get us a bottle of wine? A red sparkling wine to be precised." "Yeah." He answered. "Would that be all?" "Not really," she replied, a wide smile pulled over her red glossy lips. "But I'd like to get one of those your smiles."

I stored that information away for future reference now that I was going to a place completely filled with them. The salty air mixed with the rocking of the ship wasn't doing any good for my stomach so I headed back inside the ship. I stopped at my brother's level and spotted them at a dingy table playing a card game. Felix looked up and spotted me right away. Before I would have assumed that was because he was really aware of his surroundings but now I think it's more to do with his vampiric capabilities. "Hey, Rose, had enough of the salty air?" "Yeah. What are you guys playing?" I take a seat in the spare chair.

Red strobe lights began to flash from the ceiling, painting the sterile corridor in a rhythmic, bloody glare. "Stay behind my spine," I barked over my shoulder, my eyes sweeping the hallway for more targets. Rodah stepped out of the elevator right into the puddle of warm blood spreading across the tile. Her bare feet were stained red instantly, but she didn't scream or flinch. She gripped the SIG Sauer with both hands, her knuckles white, her green eyes fixed on the bodies. The loose black silk of her robe was damp from her own sweat, clinging tightly to the heavy curve of her hips and the dark circles of her nipples.

He clenched his fists as he stared out the window of his penthouse, the city sprawling below him like a maze. "You lied to me, Matteo," he murmured to himself. "You think you can hide her from me?" A sharp knock interrupted his thoughts. Rafael turned, narrowing his eyes at his trembling informant. "You said you found something," Rafael said, voice like silk wrapped around a blade. The man nodded, sweating through his shirt. "In Matteo’s jacket... sir. We found... this." He handed Rafael a small, dried rose, stained dark red. Blood roses.