Stephen King's Rose Red Novels & Stories

I’ve almost forgotten why I came out here in the first place when I open my eyes again, and something red catches my attention. At the crest of the small hill, an unkempt and severely overgrown rose bush snakes between a trio of headstones. It’s in full bloom and smells divine in contrast to the rank stench of the stagnant water all around me. A cold sweat breaks out along my hairline as I slowly raise my head and peer at the blood red rose blooms. That fucker not only left me a rose, but he’d picked it here… in the cemetery. I struggle to my feet, my legs aching from my trek through the marsh, and walk to the rose bush, brushing my fingers over the satin-like petals. I reach to pluck a part

All of them died in the hands of the Kings. Rose was getting scared by the behavior of the Kings but she also knew that if they weren't here than she would be snatched of her dignity. The whole floor was in the colour of red, there was blood everywhere. Rose wasn't able to bear the smell of blood anymore. Also, the sight in front of her had her trembling. There were ripped body parts everywhere. She could hear the painful screams of the men.

Rose’s lips parted, fear and hesitation mingling with guilt. “I—I really don’t know anything” she started. Her words caught in her throat as she stared into his dark eyes. He moved the bowl away just slightly. Days had passed since her last meal, her lips parted instantly. “She’s spying on Red,” Rose blurted, voice trembling. “And I heard her talking with Mari, they’re planning to kill Snow together! I only eavesdropped, I don’t know everything, I swear!” Ace arched an eyebrow. Red? Who was that… she wasn’t lying, her eyes said everything.

, My breath caught. What rose? I turned back toward the front, scanning the ornate arrangements of white lilies and orchids. Then I saw it, subtle, deliberate. A single red rose resting atop the center of the closed casket. It was the only red bloom in the entire church. My pulse skyrocketed. It wasn’t an accident. It was a message. A silent code, meant for me. As the service ended and people began to rise, I remained frozen, waiting for the right moment. The moment everyone began to drift toward the doors, offering polite condolences to Damien’s father, and to his board.

Rose sobbed, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. "Who are you talking about? You're safe. Those people are dead," I said to my little girl. Rose shook her head. "No, Dad! Don't let him come. He's so terrible. He's a demon. He'll kill everyone." I saw great fear in Rose's eyes as if what she talked about was terrible. It took me a few seconds to realize who Rose was talking about. It was Alpha King Salvatore. I was pretty sure that Rose was having visions of the destruction that Alpha King Salvatore would bring.

Rain silently wondered with a smile, would they still let her go back to the cabin or did Alexander plan to have her stay in the mansion permanently? Did Elisa get her a red rose? How thoughtful, weird but thoughtful. Rain looked at the rose with her full attention, her eyes taking in every detail. From the dew that was still on the petals and the thorns that still remained. She shivered. The sight of those thorns bringing back memories, Alexander. She was thinking about him first thing in the morning. Could he have been the person to give her the rose? Almost immediately, Rain laughed at the thought and shook her head. She got down from the bed and went straight to the bathroom so she could

“I fought my body. It sounds crazy but that’s exactly what I did. My body wanted to obey his command so I had to force it to listen to me instead. My attacker was surprised by this and when I told him to leave me alone, he listened.” Now that I hear myself say the whole story out loud it sounds more than crazy. I sound like I should be checked into a mental hospital. “Rose…” I look at Paul when he trails off. The words appear stuck in his throat for a second but then he looks me in the eye and says, “That man was a vampire.”

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

Rose said and stayed quiet. I stayed with my head low. Why was she so quiet? “Liam… kneel,” Rose whispered. Eyes wide, I looked at her. Then, using her powers, I kneel abruptly. What was Rose doing? I tried to question her but stopped myself. Her eyes were no longer grey but black. She was wearing a red silk robe. “Liam… I will ask you once, and you better answer me; honestly,” Rose said without looking at me, “The hunters, What are they looking for?”