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Needed to walk off the nervous energy that came from feeling optimistic after so long being vigilant. Something caught my eye near the garden edge. A black rose lay on the stone path, petals so dark they seemed to absorb light. My stomach dropped before conscious thought caught up. 'That wasn't there this morning,' Nyx stated with certainty. I knew every flower planted in these gardens. Knew what bloomed when and what colors appeared in which season. We didn't have black roses. I approached slowly, instincts screaming warnings I couldn't articulate yet. The rose was perfect. Untouched. Deliberately placed where I'd find it.

He pondered: "Who is it after all; it's already the third case. What does that black rose mean, why does every case have a rose in the victim's mouth? At the end of interrogation, the policemen's faces were extremely unsightly. So far, a week has passed, 3 consecutive murders with different forms, but they only have one thing in common: the mysterious black rose. The police tried their best to investigate for many days even working until late at night, but still could not find any useful clues. Leonard looked at Captain Stan worriedly: "Do you think this is a case of mass murder? If we don't solve this, the city is going to go crazy. It's our job, I'm afraid we can't keep it." He revealed a

Just an older man with silver hair and eyes like oil; slick, dark, unreadable. They called him consigliere. Advisor. Manipulator. He smiled at her like he knew everything. Including why she was here. She avoided him for the rest of the day. But that night, as she cleaned the study, she found something. A black notebook, half-buried under a pile of folders. Inside, dates. Payments. Names. Including her father’s. One name was underlined in red. "Project 5B : Initiated by A.D." She blinked. Her breath caught.

"They're custom-made. Usually, a white or red rose is soaked in black dye to get a dark tint as close to black as possible. That's what gives them their glossy, velvet-like appearance." Austin nodded, still unsure where Willem was going with this. But he soon cleared it all up for him. "They had a week to call it off. A week to decide to spare my daughter's life. But they went ahead with their plan as soon as Jaco received his black rose. He ordered a single fucking black rose. Clearly, you were not part of their plan. Only my daughter was." 'What are you saying, Willem?" Austin asked, his heart sinking to his feet.

She yelled. I sat back, my head ringing with a touch of madness. Black roses. A dead cat. The same exact things that had happened to me. My mouth went dry. "Zara, what did the roses look like exactly?" "What do you mean what did they look like? They were black roses, Aria. Dead, withered, horrible black roses with a note that said 'You're next.'" My flowers had been fresh roses. Did the difference in our roses make a difference?

June slid off the table, dizzy and glowing with a soft, golden light. “Raven tailed the chopper,” Marcus said quickly. “She’s outside, causing chaos. Dante’s in the van, but he’s really sick, June. We gotta go, now.” They ran through white hallways. June’s blood felt like it was vibrating. Every time she brushed a wall, she left a scorched handprint. “The rose tattoo,” June said as they turned a corner. “Who are these people, Marcus? They called the Foundation fools.” “They’re the Order of the Rose,” Marcus said, glancing back. “Older than banks. They don’t want money. They want to change what it means to be human. And they think you’re the first step.”

That is why the dear king ordered us to travel all over the kingdom and even to other empires to find a rose that will be our source of news that says that the dear princess is in good condition. But all of our travelers take home nothing but the black rose which is Rose’s symbolism. And it says only one thing. Our princess is not in a good position as she laid down her life to save the whole kingdom. Trembling the dear queen touched the robe of the dear king without even the slightest emotion staring at the black rose in my hand. He ignored the queen's tears on his arm.

After many days of strict surveillance and keeping track of leader of the poison masters , Rubeus found out that the base of the poison was exported from the country of Ariedel . 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 copyrigh

As I blink a few times, I only feel his hand at the back of my body before pulling me closer towards him; letting my body fall onto his, once I've lost all control before meeting the darkness. Forget me, Rose. It'll ease the pain.