The Black Rose Cast Novels & Stories

“I know but there are some lies that are necessary, especially when you promise someone else to maintain them.” “What lies?” This time Paul heard the anger in my voice. “Rose, the man that attacked you, what do you remember about him?” Paul pressed like this had everything to do with what he wanted to tell me. The memory was blurry as I tried to put the pieces together. “I don’t know… he was fast, really fucking fast. And his teeth— No, I was so frightened I imagined most of it.” “Rose,” Ivan touched my hand and my eyes flew open. I hadn’t even realised I’d closed them so tightly. “Just tell us even if it sounds crazy.”

After sometime with a sighed expression his lips uttered the words "I Do" "you may now kiss the bride" the priest announced. Alexander put his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him with rough jerk and placed his lips on her soft petals suddenly a wave of electric current passed through their bodies hating the effect she has on him Alex vented all his anger and frustration into the kiss by being rough as much as possible. It was nothing like a kiss all she felt was unbearable pain pooling her eyes with tears definitely this is not the way how she imagined her first kiss with him sensing the loud claps and cheers she somehow controlled herself without letting the tears to cascade f

"You're hurt." She didn’t respond. She didn’t trust her voice. The door creaked open. He stepped in slowly, his silhouette backlit by orange glow and shadows. Dressed in all black, his tie undone, the top buttons of his shirt open, revealing a sliver of collarbone. His eyes found hers instantly. “There you are.” “Don’t come closer,” she warned. He paused. His brows furrowed, confused, maybe hurt. “What’s wrong?” “The fire. The screaming. You….”

Apart from Henry, there was also a woman with a sexy figure and attractive face that showed up wearing black leather pants. She was one of the main members of the grave robbers at the border of the Southern Plains, Black Rose. “James,” Henry greeted. “Commander…” Seeing James approach, Black Rose immediately knelt. “The Black Dragon doesn’t exist in Cansington. You don’t have to be so polite. Just call me James,” James waved his hands and said. “Understood, Com…James!” Black Rose replied as she stood up. Then, she stepped aside. “Henry, have you got the money?” James sat down and asked.

They raised their guns and weapons in the air and expressed their anger and objection. Black Rose was the most furious among them. She was saved by Liam. It was also because of Liam's guidance that she was where she was at that moment.

Layla pulled my hand, trying to get me to stay with her. "Honey? What's going on? Are you not happy to see me? Who is she?" She questioned. I turned and looked at her. After seeing my mate, Layla is nothing compaired to her. Alexandria had long, brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. Layla had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her face was always caked in makeup. "She's-" I started, but Layla interuppted me.

This was the only expression she had seen on Danil's face during their walk out of the house to the end of the lawn. "What?" Kairo raised his eyebrows too, copying his expression. She couldn't help the giggle that jumped out of their lips. "Oops!" Isha chuckled, looking straight. She followed her gaze. Liam pulled back from Rose, breaking the kiss. Rose is wearing black shorts and a loose sleeveless top. Her hair was wavy, spreading over her bare shoulders. She could see her big stomach in her loose top too. Her smile was adding charm to her beauty. They stopped. Danil cleared his throat looking around and in the clear sky at the star.

She walked over, sat down on a chair, and smiled coldly with an indifferent expression. Jada doubled down on her remarks. "Even though 'Black Rose' is the perfect codename for an assassin, the way you present yourself makes me doubt whether or not you're up to the job!" "Hehe, don't worry. My modus operandi mainly revolves around seducing men and making them loosen their guard. That way, it's much easier to deliver the fatal blow." Black Rose giggled and narrowed her eyes. Killing intent appeared briefly across her face, and she then patted the stool next to her. A loud slam was heard, and the stool immediately shattered into a dozen or so pieces. "But that doesn't mean my fighting abilities

Who could it be? Rose rose from her spot and opened the door, revealing Tony's parents standing before her. Mr. Black's gaze was icy, his voice dripping with disdain. "Haven't we warned you to leave our son alone? Pack your bags and get out, you manipulative woman." Mrs. Black chimed in, her tone equally venomous. "Throw her out, dear. She has done enough damage." Without hesitation, Mrs. Black pushed Rose outside, slamming the door shut behind her. Meanwhile, Mr. Black approached Tony, his expression a mix of concern and disappointment. He gently lifted Tony from the couch, his voice softening.

He led her out of the suite and down the grand marble staircase. The dining hall was a cathedral of sin. Power-brokers, arms dealers, and silent assassins sat at long tables under crystal chandeliers. As the "Vanes" entered, a hush rippled through the room. The Black Rose was supposed to be dead. Instead, she was walking on the arm of the man she was sent to kill, looking like a queen. Silas Thorne sat at the head of the center table. He was an old man with eyes like a shark—completely black and devoid of mercy.