The Black Rose Cast Novels & Stories

Rose said as she looks at me. I sigh as I look at her. Rose is wearing a black mini short, an off-shoulder white top covered by a gangster-style black leather jacket that is a motorcycle jacket. Rose partnered it with thigh-high black leather boots that have 2-inch heels. I am also wearing the exactly same as hers and we fixed our hairs in a ponytail and wear some slight makeups. Rose change my earing into something that has some dangling designs, it is called to be tassel earrings.

Stephano said breathless. “And, you look like my prince charming dressed in black and not white.” Rose smiled and Stephano got a little twitch on his left brow. “I could have dressed in white just for you.” He was quick to say and found Rose coming to get her hands around his neck. Her eyes gazing on his mouth. “You don't need to be my prince charming in white. I like you coming to swoop me into your arms in your black costume. It's more sexy that way.” She purred at the end when she was close to his ears. Stephano gave her a dark heated gaze and Rose was quick to hold his arm as they both walked down to meet their guests who rushed towards them to congratulate them on their new journey ahea

If he loved me, why'd he trash me in front of Charlotte? I couldn't stomach more of his fake, nauseating love. "You've got it all wrong. I'm not a rose. I was born to belong to this land. Someday, I'll fill this barren place with roses myself."

I felt bad for the hunky who was to die. "Ro-" "Serena," she stopped me from calling her by her code name. She always went by her code name Rosa whenever she wanted to kill, and if she succeeded in her mission, she would drop a black rose on the victim's body. She wanted the black rose to stand as her signature; on the news, the reporters would call her by the name everyone else had chosen to call her - Black Rose. "Black Rose has struck again" is what they would say. The anonymous, skillful, and unfathomable agent of the grim reaper, Maria.

He glanced at me, his eyes unsure. “What is it?” I stood up and snatched the paper from him, faster than he could blink. ‘Rose Blackwood is dead. Her grave is at Kennedy Cemetery. Stop wasting your time.” The paper slipped from my hands and dropped to the ground, just like my hopes.

“I need you in black.” Drystan’s hot voice echoed through her head, sensation blazing across her skin. “Seize the goods,” Drystan replied sternly into the phone. As Rosealba stepped out of the closest room, her black stiletto heels clicked to the tiles, informing Drystan of her arrival. He tilted his head to confirm her arrival and the sight of her sent goosebumps invading his nerves. The words in his mouth trailed into the air and the world stilled for some seconds as he caught the sight of Rosealba's radiating under the glow of the light that added sophistication to her personality and the choice of outfit— sleek fitted black satin slip with delicate spaghetti that hugged her waist, and id

Earlier when she entered Rose's room, she was taken aback by her beautiful face but had composed herself but seeing her now fully dressed, Sophia was unable to control herself, her eyes burning with jealousy as she stared at Rose up and down. Rose was wearing a black spaghetti string-strap knee-length gown, a small cropped jacket, she matched her dress with a black leather platform ankle boots. She had her long hair tied up in a half up and half down ponytail, leaving a few strands falling in front of her face. Everything Rose was wearing was practically black and this black dress was the only good cloth that caught her attention among the varieties of dresses she had. “Wow, sister, you look

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

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.

He immediately shouted out: "Has the forensics team arrived yet?" "Sir, they're on their way." The man who answered him is a young police. The man looks around the area, involuntarily frowns, “Turn off this damn sound." As he spoke, he pointed at the playing vintage cassette player. After a while, he noticed a handsome young man who was touching and measuring something next to the victim's body, especially the mysterious black rose. The young man mutters: "Black rose- revenge, punishment and death, hmmm, how interesting”.