The Black Rose Cast Novels & Stories

The college girl I was sponsoring, Yasmine Reed, texted me that she was pregnant. She asked me what to do. She was only a sophomore. I told her to focus on her degree. Before my message was even sent, she blocked me. A few weeks later, I twisted my ankle. My best friend, Clara Barnes, brought me to the clinic. Clara pointed at a young couple standing outside the maternity ward. "If your husband were in town, he would pamper you just like that," Clara sighed. "I still don't get why he insisted on taking that project that faraway." I stared down at my phone. "Julian is doing it for our future. As long as he loves me, I don't mind." As we walked out, the couple turned the corner. The ma

I could almost see her a pale woman in a ruined silk dress, fingers bleeding as she pruned her precious blooms. "Why black roses?" I asked. Damien's expression darkened. "Because they don't exist." *Damien, Age 9* The greenhouse smelled of chemicals and damp earth. Young Damien crouched behind potting tables, hands clamped over his ears. The shouting from the house carried even here. A rustle of silk. His mother appeared between the rose bushes, her right eye already swelling shut. She gathered him into arms that trembled like wounded birds. "Look, darling," she whispered, pressing his small hand against a velvety black petal. "Magic."

Rose ''Are you sure?'' Elis asks. I turn to look at him, seeing that we're actually eyeing Elia from afar. He has a smirk on his face while an unknown woman is currently sitting beside him—her dress splits nicely, showing off her long legs as she soothingly rub onto Elia's back. My heart aches at the way she touches him because that should be me instead of her. ''No,'' I mutter under my breath. ''I know I rarely say this but Rose, go and get your man back. Show him who's boss.'' He says, gripping onto my shoulders and making me smile immediately before I push the door open, entering the restaurant—an exclusive restaurant with hanging chandeliers and dim lights on the walls.

The hall quietened, the silence hanging like a thick veil - almost as if everyone had suddenly held their breaths on wisp. The red - haired male stepped forward, reaching out for the bouquet of roses. His eyes filled with silent contemplation as he stared at the blooming,fresh roses and then at Dylan's expecting eyes. Without another thought he tossed the roses to the ground, trampling on them with his shoes tilled their petals scattered around in the dust. Gasps rippled through the halls, a clear expression of shock from the watching bystanders. "Dylan, how many times must i have to turn you away and how many times must you embarrass yourself in public like this?. You know.....", Simone pau

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?”

Left alone on a bench, Rose contemplates Saisha's words, pondering her costume choice for the evening. Suddenly, Rose's attention is drawn to the vibration of her phone, indicating a new message. Eagerly grabbing her phone, she reads the text that instructs her to wear black, emphasizing the need for her to be a witch rather than a fairy. Anger courses through her veins as she frowns, feeling manipulated and deceived. She lifts her eyes, scanning the surroundings until her gaze falls upon Blaze, who is also engrossed in texting someone on his phone.

Rose raised her eyebrows and said: "Two types of men won't notice me around, the gay or the in love. And I never thought you were the first type. So do you like her?" Black laughed out loud, then looked at her: "Yes, I love her with every fiber of my being." Rose smiled and said: "Lucky girl, let me introduce myself, Rose Iris mother of the groom." "Black" raised his eyebrows and then laughed hard if this is his stepmother. "Black" heard about her from Leo. He had called him drunk one night, telling him she was going to drive him crazy, and that he was going to kill her. At that moment, Black knew that the beast had fallen ill with the same disease, which was forbidden love.

Rose quietly unlocked the door and slipped out of the room. Without wasting a second, she booked a taxi and left from there. 🚕🚕 Meanwhile, when Daniel Blackwood finished his call and entered the room, his eyes immediately shifted toward the washroom. The door was open. He walked into the attached changing area. Empty. Rose was gone. A sharp silence filled the room. In a sudden burst of anger, Daniel stormed back into the room, grabbed a flower vase from the table, and smashed it onto the floor. 💥

But before Cyrill could avenge her, the skin-faced figure kicked her and she fell on her back, making the dagger plunged deeper into her spine. With a fragment of her power, she yeeted the figure to a nearby tree, making him mobilized for a minute. But the man was holding a Black Rose—a Black Peruvian Rose. Luckily, Romaine hoisted a very tiny Lily of the Valley that she found when they were trekking here in the moon-lighted forest—nullifying the Black Peruvian Rose’s destructive powers. The masked entity was wholly shocked. Cyrill then pinned him to the aspen tree and demanded, “Did the Blood Mistress send you?!”

He spanked her butt and let her go. He went to the closet to get ready and rose opened the box. It was a black coloured gown. Rose dried and curled her hair and wore it, it was fitting her perfectly which made her think that how did Damian know her exact measurements. She did a nude makeup and wore her heels. Rose tied the gun and knife holster around her thighs and she was ready for the night. Damian came out of the closet wearing his black suit. Rose looked at his handsome form and averted her eyes quickly. His sharp jawline, perfectly set hair and his deep blue eyes they were her weak point, she always gets drawn in his blue oceans eyes.