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I replied. Rosie hummed thoughtfully. "Well, that's okay. You shouldn't need magic here anyways. No one is going to be out to hurt you." I took another bite of my pasta. "You're so sure about that?" "We're all running from something. And those scented by a pack or clan aren't permitted past the border. I'll give you an elixir that'll warp your scent," Rosie promised. "Now if you want to take a shower, I can watch Annika."

I immediately started stirring the liquid and managed to grab the yellow flower. After adding 3 petals I waited for a few minutes, trying to look inside but before I could see the color of the liquid someone put a hand over my shoulder. I gasped. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Rose quickly stated, her eyes becoming huge as she looked at the door. "It is fine, I just did not know you were here." "I wanted to stop you," she pointed at the cauldron, "you should not inhale the fumes directly."

Lost in the midst of the pulsing crowd, Rose finds herself adrift in a sea of unfamiliarity, her heart still racing with the echoes of the wild and the lingering pain of the encounter that haunts her every step. Amidst the flickering dim lights of the party, Rose finds herself haunted by the imagined glistening eyes of the wolves, their spectral presence lingering at the fringes of her vision. The ambient glow seems to waver and fade, casting eerie shadows that dance around her, only to snap back into focus, revealing the faces of the revelers around 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.

My instincts screamed at me that something was off. As she descended the stairs, her eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of alarm. Her makeup was different, darker and more dramatic, not at all like her usual style. But it was her aura that truly caught my attention - a dark, powerful energy pulsed around her, radiating from her small frame in waves. My heart sank as I realized the truth: Roxy was dead, and she had been Risen.

But he was here, so he’d have to do. Wanting to appear as nonthreatening as possible, I smiled and waved. “Hey. Sorry for bothering you, but do you know how to get to the rose garden?” That must’ve been the wrong question to ask. His face drained of color. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “You can’t go there.” What? “Why not?” “A monster lives in there. Half her face is melted off. She eats the thorns from the roses so she can spit them at people, stabbing them in the neck to slice their throats open until they bleed out and die.”

For now, I'll just have fun tormenting the bitch. ROSELLE'S POV. The sound of footsteps approaching the kitchen startled me a bit. I reached for the knife resting on the isle beside me and tried hiding it in my pocket just in case thing were to get ugly but I was too late and Richard had seen my flimsy attempt to steal the weapon. "What are you trying to do dear?' don't tell me you plan on killing me with that?" he asked, leaning on the counter with a sick smile plastered on his ugly middle aged face.

"We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!" The entire room was suddenly deathly silent, until John sprang to his feet in shock, "What?!"

“We have no other choice but to continue to hunt and hope for an opening.” “Shit plan,” Rosie grumbled under breath, licking the part of her lip that Norian had split with her earlier backhand. “Is it just me,” Toban said quietly to Gary and Rosie, “Or is she leading us to a terrible death? Scampers eat people while they are still alive…” “They will target me first,” Gary shuddered, grabbing his large biceps and shoulders, “I got all da meat on me bones, here Rosie look!”

In the twenty-seventh hour after Chen Boyan escaped from prison, the police sent out fifteen drones, nearly half of the police dog police force, after the carpet search of the whole blockade, still did not find half a trace of him. The man left incomparably arrogant, before leaving, but also with the blood of the escorting police officers, leaving the following words. I'll recapture my rose. I'll recapture my rose. Who is this "rose" referring to ...... A group of police officers in the conference room looked at me in unison. "Even if you look at me like that." I held my arms and shrugged. "I can only prove that Chen Boyan is just a love brain." Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to ask m