The Rose Code Movie Novels & Stories

, My breath caught. What rose? I turned back toward the front, scanning the ornate arrangements of white lilies and orchids. Then I saw it, subtle, deliberate. A single red rose resting atop the center of the closed casket. It was the only red bloom in the entire church. My pulse skyrocketed. It wasn’t an accident. It was a message. A silent code, meant for me. As the service ended and people began to rise, I remained frozen, waiting for the right moment. The moment everyone began to drift toward the doors, offering polite condolences to Damien’s father, and to his board.

She just films, quiet and steady, capturing the raw, messy aftermath of the trap we walked straight into. The drive back to the villa is silent. I stare out the window, twisting the empty pendant chain around my fingers until the silver bites into my skin. Dr. Reeves mumbles in the backseat, delirious from fever and whatever drugs the Tribunal pumped into her system. “The code,” she slurs at one point, her head lolling against the seat. “Old code. Moretti old. Buried deep.” I glance at Dante, but his face is blank, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. I know he heard her. We both file the words away to unpack later, when we are not one wrong turn away from another ambush.

She said as she takes her bag. “Bring Clide with you.” I said and Rose didn’t say no since Rose knows that I am worried after that man followed us before in the mall at Palawan. “Excuse me I need to go to the C.R.” excused Rose to the others who just look at her but look back to the screen because it is too dark and they can’t see her anyway. “O- Okay the movie is about to end, you’ll going to miss it.” Mark said. “It’s okay Anna can tell me what the end was.” Rose said as she pulls Clide’s trench coat in her body as they walk to the opposite side.

They knew how much he loved Rose and how he liked giving romantic surprises. Rose accepted the bouquet and set it on her desk. She picked up the card attached to it and opened it. Her heart fluttered, expecting sweet words from Matteo. “Rose, I know you hate me. But I need your help. Please. – R” Rose’s hand trembled as she read the short message. It was unmistakably Romilda’s handwriting. Her eyes shifted to another slip of paper hidden among the flowers. She quickly pulled it out. “Rose, I have no one else. I’m being hunted. I don’t care about the police, but Dad and his mafia crew are after me. He wants me dead. Please help me, Rose. You’re the only blood I have left.”

Dante explained his action innocently while Rose looked at him with wide eyes. "Rose, just hurry up and get over with it. The suspense is killing me now!" Lily was now getting excited with all the drama and couldn't wait to see what was happening behind the scenes. Vincenzo chuckled at this while James only rolled his eyes. Rose turned her head back to pay attention to the work on hand. After a few minutes, she finally managed to crack the code. Her eyes widened at what she saw. "Drugs" she whispered. Dante heard that and spoke in disbelief "what?"

He thumbed the bell button by her door and waited. She opened the door, her face lit with a cruel smile. “Have you come to kill me, Jamie, just as you killed Pascal?” “Where are the photographs, Rose?” Rico spoke quietly. “You are late. My director already has them.” The slight inclination of her head told him she was lying, and he smiled inside. He took out a small video player and earphones from his pocket. He plugged the earphones into the player and gave them to Rose. She accepted it reluctantly. A suspicious gleam in her eyes.

It had been a long time since she last had such fun: "And now which of you, bitches, wants to die first?" So they all came forward. Rose smiled, holding the bottle firmly, while Maya was behind her, trembling in terror, crying. Rose thought of nothing but Maya, so she whispered: "Listen, without arguing, run outside and call anybody." As soon as the man approached and Rose raised her hand, they heard a voice that stopped them all. Michael said: "What the hell is going on? This guy works for me, so you just insulted me, you know that." Rose wanted to speak, but Maya came out from behind her, before her:

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

I looked up instinctively and caught sight of myself and my to-be mate in the mirror. My makeup was heavier than usual today, and I looked a whole lot different from how I normally looked—just like the roses that Marcus had especially planted for me in the greenhouse—shy, bashful, and delicate, yet as captivating as ever. Meanwhile, Marcus looked even more handsome than ever in his black haute couture suit. We exchanged glances. And in that instant, we saw the smile in each other's eyes. "I don't want to see them," I said. Marcus nodded at once without any hesitation. "Alright. Then, I'll get someone to ask them to leave."

“We have allies arriving now. Come on, lets wipe your face then go out to meet them.” “Adulting sucks sometimes,” Rose says under her breath. I chuckle at her pouting, but I can’t say I disagree with her. The sweet aroma of her arousal is heavily perfuming the air and all I want to do is take her clothes off and fuck her senseless in her office, making her scream my name until she is hoarse. And now I have a raging boner just thinking about all the fun things I could be doing to her but can’t. What a way to go meet with allies, huh?