Spike Rosered Novels & Stories

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?

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."

I was happy with the short encounter I had with her even if it made her mad but the buzzers interrupted us and the game was about to begin which was why I had to leave, reluctantly. But I didn't expect my mate was a little firecracker. I didn't even see her retaliation coming and went down with a cry. All my werewolf senses were tingling with euphoria after having been so close to our mate that even they couldn't sense the can which landed right under my foot. I did sprain my ankle at the time and unfortunately the human doctor on call was able to detect it which is why I have to keep the act up even though my werewolf genes healed the sprain within the next 10 minutes.

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