The Black Rose Cast Novels & Stories

‘Keep watching over her. Ambrose quietly tailed behind me. ‘I heard that Richard Black is the lead for a TV series. He’s new so the agency’s probably engaging Rose as his personal stylist.’ I know that. I’ve been where this Black idiot’s been. The black van. The chatting and laughing, going to lunch together. We’ve done all that. Rose and I. Goddess blast it. The door opened and I skipped down the stairs. ‘That means, she’ll be spending a hell lot of time with him.’ Ambrose kept up closely. ‘Shall I get myself in there to stay close and keep an eye on them?’

Kyle's father and the poison master had been frequently writing letters to the the black rose of the Mercilius family , the A grade assassin family , it was said that the black rose was the second daughter of the head of Mercilius family, and her body was living , breathing terror , a single touch , a floating kiss and the man would die in seconds , no body knew how but no man lived once , black rose was done with him ( black rose will be the protagonist of the sequel of this book, the character is under my copyright, do not try to recreate her as your protagonists , you have been warned ) . Though Rubeus found the link , he couldn't carry out his mission , neither was he able to find any pr

' Rose shook her head and turned around. But when she turned around she saw the man she didn't want to see. Alpha Arvan Black. Arvan came outside to smoke but saw them walking and talking with each other. He saw how Rose smiled and waved at Blaze. His blood boiled. He did not know why, but he did not like all of this. Rose glanced at Arvan and started to walk. She tried to pass him but he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him. He took her with him to the forest and let go of her hand.

she continued, her eyes finding mine, “you will kindly stay here. I will need your blood.” I laughed, really laughed. “Are you just stupid, or are you delusional?” I asked. She looked at me, “You should know I am the black rose, after the death of the Rose I am the current ruler of the Orchid.” She looked around. “As I can see, you are in my control” “You know we can easily get out of here,” Luke said, looking around. “I know,” she answered calmly. “But if you try and take a single step out of here, I will tell the Orchid that Aconite is still alive.”

Rose turned to the woman who had showed her a smile which didn't reach to her eyes. Rose couldn't express by words but there was something coming from the people of the High Authorities that felt extremely odd to her. Their eyes were black and brown, only Claudia had a bright blue eyes. However their eyes were dimmed. It was as though there was a faint black layer veiling their eyes, covering their emotions and turning them bleak, differing them with the others around them. "I am alright," Rose refused politely. "If you would like to put a few words, we would also like to hear it. I heard it hasn't been long since you move to the castle, milady."

The next morning, Daisy walked out from the east wing and stopped the moment she reached the living room entrance. The curtains had been replaced with new ones. A white tablecloth covered the coffee table, which was filled with fresh flowers. Candles flickered gently atop the fireplace mantel. Daisy stood frozen at the doorway for a moment. Caleb stepped out from the side. He had on a dark gray suit. His hair was neatly styled, and he held a navy blue velvet box in his hand. Daisy looked at him silently. Caleb walked over to her, opened the box, and dropped to one knee.

Miren's body was suddenly surrounded by a regal purple radiance, and at the same moment, her exquisite lips parted to reveal her exquisite voice. "When suffering enters your life, black roses bloom in your heart, and the fire of anguish burns there in the still of the night. Do you feel like your heart is beating less and less with each passing hour and minute, my friend? Why are the black rose petals fluttering in the breeze, and why are the black field petals tenaciously clinging onto the dew drops? Why do black roses bloom, why do black roses wither, when it all comes down to it? Your thoughts are like a garden of thorny black roses. You don't need to worry about the discomfort because yo

The Rose Empress, Queen of Scarlet Claw. "WOOOOOO! HAIL THE QUEEN! ROSE QUEEN! ROSE QUEEN! ROSE QUEEN!" The Crowd cheered. I stood there with a big smirk on my face, looking a confidant as I can until I saw a shadow walking at the very back. It was Lucas and Jaxson.

Had she received proper therapy earlier, she wouldn't be in such critical shape today. Silas' face turned ashen. "She's… she's at Kingspoint Hospital? Is she—Is she all right?" "That's not for you to worry about," Wayne said coldly. "Expect a court summons soon, Prof. Stenson. Be ready to defend yourself." When the dial tone echoed in his ears, memories flooded back—ten years ago, the explosion, the roaring flames, and the girl who had run through the smoke to save him. She had been coughing up blood, but she still smiled. "Silas, don't be afraid…"

Rose was surprised she had gotten this close without them even noticing her. Was I that good? Maybe I should become a spy. "You guys-" "Fine, why don't we just call her, we've all got her new number don't we?" There was a pause. "Oh yeah!" They all began petting their pockets as if looking for their phones. Rose noticed they all wore black. "Hey!" "What?" They all snapped at the tallest guy, but he didn't seem to care. "She's gone." Another pause before a choking sound was heard. The group shuffled and instead of getting a clear view of their faces like she was about to get, the wall shuffled to look at something, turning their backs to her. Rose huffed in annoyance.