Novel & Cerita The Bloodied Rose

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

“Fire in the hole!” Gale dispatched the order once again. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! Thirty seconds later, loud explosion noises were heard coming from the areas surrounding Bloody Rose’s stronghold. Explosions took place at the coordinates Gale had stated. Bloody Rose’s killers were drowned in a sea of fire from the explosion one by one. Flames raged, dust filled the air, and a cloud of smoke floated over the battlefield. “This is it. Everyone, cover for Ivy and Eira’s squads at full force so that they can enter Bloody Rose!” shouted Adrian.

I took three more steps. I paused. I rushed back to him, hating and cursing myself. I'll just help him stop the bleeding and then I'll leave. I felt something clamp unto my wrist, I froze in terror when I looked down. Tiger's hands around my wrist? I tried to pry his hands off. I took a quick glance into his bloody face, his eyes were open. I screamed in terror, feeling all the oxygen drain out of my system. I struggled with his hands, pinching and clawing...

Then he turned and walked away, his steps unsteady, his figure hollow—like a man long dead inside. He went straight to the graves of Chloe's parents and fell to his knees before their tombstones. "Mr. Campbell, Mrs. Campbell… I'm sorry," he choked out between sobs. "I failed to protect Chloe. I ruined her youth. I'm a monster—I don't deserve to live." He stayed there on his knees from dawn until dusk, until his legs went numb and his tears ran dry.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

The roses in the Vitale garden are not red. They are black baccara—a deep, velvety burgundy that looks like dried blood in the midday sun. I am on my knees in the dirt. It is part of the penance. Part of the show. I am wearing the grey uniform, stained at the knees with soil. My hands are gloved in rough canvas, holding a pair of heavy shears. Snip. I cut a deadhead from the bush. It falls to the ground, shriveled and brown.

Rose smelled blood and noted gashes from the glass, it had cut her and her landing probably got her a few broken ribs. The guy she had come with broke through the front of the crowd, saw her and took a step in her direction Rose snarled at him. His head snapped over in her direction and his eyes widened, he didn't even look at her before taking a step before raising his hands and disappearing in the crowd. "You want to be a little bitch? Fine." She stated darkly, feeling the air around her thicken and get electric with power. Her eyes had flashed silver a long time ago.

“Because if miss Rose really involved in these murders directly or indirectly it would be simply alerting the culprit.” “Red Rose is already outsmarted to leave a single clue, this killer wasn’t even captured in any single security camera, it’s like he/she appears from the fog and disappears in the fog.” Henry’s long explanation had resulted in Alex drowning in thoughts more and talk less. “You may go now.” Alex wave his hand and Henry went out silently. The file contains the details of Rose that caught Alex’s attention. He opened the file and again his gaze fell on the album-sized photo of Rose.

He raised his head to look at her, like he was surprised to see her there. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She’d asked as she tried to pry open his fist. He’d let her, opened it up easily and let her take the rose from his now bloody palm, the flower fell to the floor. “Shit!” She exclaimed as pulled up the hem of her oversized t-shirt and proceeded to clean the blood from his palm. “Are you insane?” she whipped her head up to look at him “Why would you hold a rose that way, didn’t you ever learn that you have to avoid the thorns?”