Novel & Cerita The Rose Profile

napapantastikuhang pag-uusisa ni Jonas. Humimig siya bago naglatag ng mahika para masira ang device na nasa harapan nila. It’s a modern device that produces toxins that only affects vampires. The main ingredient were the pollens of a Primarosa plant—a gorgeous rose-like flower but bigger than an ordinary rose. For humans and other creatures, the Primarosa plant emits a sweet smell which was why it’s very much liked by them but for vampires, its pollen could easily kill them.

"I would like you to meet, Napoleon Rose." "Wh-what?" Para akong bingi sa sinabi ni Papa. Hindi naalis ang mata ko sa taong nakatayo sa aking harapan. Yes, Napoleon Rose is a goddamn beautiful woman kahit pa nakasuot sya ng simpleng slack, longsleeves at blazer. "I thought Napoleon Rose is.."

aniya at hinaplos ito sa buhok. Rose's innocent eyes stared at her while her lips were pouted. Hinaplos niya ang pisngi nito at tiningnan ang mukha. Rose features were mostly from her father. Her lips, nose, her eyes and brows. She looked like Malcolm a lot, akala niya noon ay hindi niya makikita si Malcolm sa kanyang magiging anak kung babae iyon. Ngunit nagkamali siya, tila isang replica si Rose ng ama. Sa pisikal lang na anyo nagtatapos ang pagkakaparehas ng dalawa, her daughter was sweet and kind and she was an angel.

May isinulat rin siya sa maliit niyang kwaderno at nag-isip ng malalim. Sa kalagitnaan ng tensyong nagaganap, biglang humalakhak si Lieutenant Park habang nakatingin sa kwaderno niya. Sabay-sabay naming nilingon ang imbestigador. "You said her name was Rosa. Then, there were red roses on each victims. Some of them were students in Gatewood. Hmm, this is interesting..." Nakangisi ito at marahang hinahagod ang babang may tumutubo nang mga buhok.

Hula ni Rose ay ito ang pinunong Horan na tinutukoy ng mga bumitbit sa kanya. Malaki itong lalaking may matapang at maangas na pagmumukha. Malago rin ang buhok nito at balbas sarado. Kapansin-pansin ang malaking pilat nito sa pisngi na nagpadagdag sa mabangis nitong awra. Hinagod siya nito ng tingin mula ulo hanggang paa. Tila siyang specimen na sinusuri nitong maige.

“He was too fast. He disappeared.” He pointed to a single, perfect white rose lying on the grave. It was a stark contrast to the somber surroundings, a symbol of purity, of innocence, of loss. The rose was unfamiliar, unexpected, and unsettling. It was a silent message, a cryptic clue, a chilling reminder of the danger that lurked nearby. “Who was that?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper, my gaze fixed on the rose. “Who would leave a flower here? S'ya rin kaya?”

Tanong bito sa malambing na boses. "Rosa." Tipid niyang sagot at maarte ang ginawang pag-upo. Kung si Rina ay tahimik, mahiyain at utal. Si Rosa ay isang palaban, mataray, at walang inuurungan. "Rosa. I like your name. Mahalimuyak! Ako nga pala si Madam Figaroa, you can call me Madam Fi na lang. So, hindi naman natin kailangan technically ng resumè kaya may mga tanong na lang ako. Hija, may ideya ka ba kung ano ang hinahanap namin dito? May experience ka na ba sa ganito?"