Tyrese Gibson Black Rose Novels & Stories

The Black Rose was the only flower in a graveyard of ice. But then, she heard it. A faint, rhythmic beeping from her tactical comms. A signal, not from the place she was but from the different dimensions. A path of serenity that no one understood.

The next morning, Daisy walked out from the east wing and stopped the moment she reached the living room entrance. The curtains had been replaced with new ones. A white tablecloth covered the coffee table, which was filled with fresh flowers. Candles flickered gently atop the fireplace mantel. Daisy stood frozen at the doorway for a moment. Caleb stepped out from the side. He had on a dark gray suit. His hair was neatly styled, and he held a navy blue velvet box in his hand. Daisy looked at him silently. Caleb walked over to her, opened the box, and dropped to one knee.

My pulse stopped. Gabriel. He stepped out before my mind could fully catch up. The door opened with smooth mechanical precision, and his tall frame emerged—dark slacks, a charcoal coat, black shirt open at the collar. Effortless, lethal elegance. And in his hand— a bouquet. Not a regular one. Not even high-end florist expensive. These were Ecuadorian black roses, velvety, impossibly dark, accented with deep wine-red blooms and silver-tipped leaves. The kind only sold through private auctions. The kind billionaires used when money wasn’t the message—intent was.

I watched in confusion as Alec pulled a black rose from his back pocket and held it up. What are they going to do with a rose? I don't understand. “This Rose is symbolic of what we are. We grow, and we stay strong. We are black in hearts and black in minds. We do what we have to do for our family. It's a rite of passage and has been for generations. You will accept this rose from your new masters.” Zane says, as he brings my pointer finger down hard on a thorn before making my blood drip on top of the rose.

It wasn’t until Zero clarified to her that it all made sense, with how debauched that place was of course the ruler would be screwed in the head somehow! Just possessing the black rose ability was enough evidence of how crazy the dude was, after all, ranking first among the deadliest flowers and third in rarity was the black rose. Although not as rare as the blue rose, unlike the blue rose whose only effect was inducing tranquility within one’s mind along with its beauty, the black rose had a more powerful effect. Not only did it induce negative emotions, but it was a carnivorous type flower that could reduce anything to ashes even living beings if the amount was enough and the person was we

She was still screaming and wailing, not pausing for a second even though he was there. Tyler was just about to walk into his apartment having unlocked the door with his card key when he caught sight of what had her disturbed. Laying on the floor was a bouquet of black roses. His blood ran cold as he bolted in and shut the door. Black roses? He couldn't help questioning himself. That was not a good sign in any way. Black didn't mean well on a norm because it signified a lot of negative things. Like death. And in the case of the roses, the meaning was not far-fetched either way. It meant vengeance, revenge, and of course death.

Stephanie yelled as she looked into the box. "W-what? What's wrong?" Khloe asked before she looked in? There was a rose, a single Rose, but it was unlike any she had ever seen before, it had black petals and was placed in a small puddle of blood. Another thing that was strange about this rose was that it was burning, but a very low burn like at any moment it would go out" And it stunk, real bad. So bad she had to take a step back. Stephanie lifted the rose from the box, "Are you crazy mother? You'll get burnt!" Khloe yelled horrified but was shocked when it didn't hurt her, however, half the petals turned to ash and disappeared into thin air,

"Rosette, you are who you are and who you want to be. Don't let anyone aside from you tell you who you are and make you doubt yourself. Be strong in your perception about yourself, Rosette. Always." I swallowed, tears clogging my throat. Was it possible to love him anymore than I already did? "I love you, Felix." "I love you too, Rosie. Now is that idiot by any chance a curly haired blond?" My mouth dropped open, how on earth did he know? "How...?" "Seems like he's the one. It's Jason Clove, he was an absolute jerk when he was still here, was your senior,and he liked you. Had a crush on you and...

“Come on, man. Rosa’s looking hot tonight. She keeps smiling at you, and you’ve only got eyes for your beer.” Rome looked over at Rosa. She was hot. Long, red hair, and legs that never ended. She was definitely someone he’d be interested in getting to know better--if it weren’t for that phone call earlier. All he could think about was Ella. He’d even looked around the club, wondering if any of these girls could be her. But none of them looked like the picture he had of her in his mind. Dark hair, wide eyes, a beautiful smile…. No, he had a feeling his Ella wasn’t here tonight. “You should at least get up and dance,” Bart said, nudging him with his shoulder. “I need a wingman.”