True Blood Rose Novels & Stories

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

She was his responsibility to look after and promised the Lord that he would protect her like a daughter. Rose’s training went well! She thought Cain took it too easy on her, however she was grateful. Her muscles had muscles that hurt, and ones she never knew she had, hurt! By the end of the day she was able to flip that big giant over her from a charge and get away! Next step will be to do it from standing still and then learning to attack back! Rose could barely contain herself, this was happening! Everything she had dreamt about someday accomplishing is on the right track! As she ignored Madame Gruage and went right for a hot soak bath, Rose reflected on that for a minute. “Everything has

I wrapped my arms around his neck for support. “There’s a reason I did all this for you….” He slowly started, chill started to seep in our bodies, goosebumps pricking at my skin. Taking a deep breath, his eyes clashed against mine, face wet with water droplets. “You are my true mate, Rose.” *** So he finally said it! What do you think Rose will do? ***

From the glow rose a single spark that drifted upward, caught in the wind, and vanished into the clouds. A signal. “Let the packs see it,” I whispered. “Let them know the moon bleeds again.” Varyn’s men moved to the edges of the ruin, lighting torches, feeding them to the storm. The smoke curled crimson, thick and deliberate, rising into the gray sky. Far away, I knew, he would see it Ares in his fortress, watching the same smoke climb the horizon like a scar. I turned my face toward the forest, where the goddess’s silver still slept.

Marcas said all these loving things very sweetly and broke Christian and Roose's argument. When Marcas said all this, Roose looked at him surprisingly and Christian eyes narrowed with anger after listening to all this. Marcas gave the flowers to Roose and Roose took a deep fragrance of that beautiful fresh lily that fragrance changed Roose's mind . She enjoyed that fragrance. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly. And Christian observed her expression angrily.

she asked unhurriedly. Hearing that, Anathea simply curved her lips. "There were never any pink roses. They were all the white ones from before." "What?" A flash of surprise crossed Giselle's eyes. Evangeline was stunned for a few seconds as well. But upon observing how the rose stems had turned from green to red, realization dawned on her. "You used the color absorption technique?"

It was warming my heart to the core. “She knew well how to take my breath away.” With a smile tugging on my lips, I sighed while shaking my head as I watched her waltz back into the fight. But she was different at the moment; she moved without a noise or any presence. Fascinating. I was truly fascinated as I couldn’t take my eyes off her while I kept breaking the rogues’ bones whenever they attacked me. I quickly ended their lives so I could watch my Roxanne dance with her opponent. But the more I watched her, the more I was lured and began to see something reflecting around her. I saw a full moon turn into a crescent before it started releasing a flood of blood, then turned into a field of

Or was it not a sweven? She could still imagine that very moment in their P.E.class when her whole body gradually hardened and somehow she herself was turning to a…to a rose. Not just a rose, a blood rose. Or was it just an ordinary rose? She’d never seen an actual blood rose before anyway and Rozelyn bet that it was far more different than any other roses. It possesses such extraordinary abilities and so it shall also possess an extraordinary appearance. She licked the blood from her finger, making her tongue taste the blood that it had been craving.

Zane says, as he brings my pointer finger down hard on a thorn before making my blood drip on top of the rose. I sniffle my cry, and pull a deep breath into my nose as I feel my nose leaking from crying so much, and I see Zane and Alec pricking their fingers with the thorns on the rose before pouring the drops of blood on the rose. I watch as our bloods mix on the rose, sealing my new fate. Alec laughs as the look of horror washes over my face while staring down at the bloody rose. I don't understand this. Are they playing a prank on me? If so, this is a very twisted prank.

Arriving at the mansion, something Rose had never imagined greeted her before her eyes. The divorce papers, complete with the signatures of both parties, lay on the bed along with three roses. Tucked into the stem was a piece of white paper, as well as a small bag of thick blood, which Rose could well understand the function and purpose of Theo handing over the blood. Rose's heart pounded as she reached for the rose, which was no longer red. That is, for this time Theo had chosen kissing pink as a gift.