The Blood Rose Lady

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lance’ siren. It was his voice that woke

hinder the sunlight from entering the chilled room by the gla

clock reads 6:15 in the morning; too ea

ing her to slip away from her vivid thoughts—courtesy of last night’s nightmare. She groaned as she covered her eyes with

Cy. I’ll prepar

voice sounded like a

lly do your morning

about to throw tantrums. He was just pinning himself o

r eyes and proceeded

her spotless brown skin—causing her dress to smoothly plummet on the floor, revealing her enthralling physiqu

vaceous hips. Her generously proportioned and firm chest b

grabbed it. Her body slithered from side to side as she pulled it from h

the morning’s temperature. Her rose-scented soap was always present every time she took a shower. Not to

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ce dress, emphasizing her curvy form. A sparkling ruby heart necklace—identical to Titanic’s Heart of the Oce

asked upon reaching the floo

definition

zelyn. She’d never seen the man five y

Or perhaps there are just some sentiments that are not meant to be reciprocated. Love is indeed an ocean that we a

of her cheeks, she raised a brow and said,

er and more masculine compared to the smile a minut

ou are birt

pon greeting the two of them and was awestruck

perfection and you…you

,” Rozelyn’s sweet smi

e about to be in tears; she was just holding it not to unwittingly stream down from he

ething but her stepmom was alre

t friend, remember?” Cyrill comforted

er to assist in preparing breakfast as well

opped in and hisses at her. Well, the cat has always

leaned closer to the feline, she witness

in color in the refle

and, luckily, her eyes ar

aps her over-excitement caused her

Lucia?” Rozelyn still dared to ask

cowled at her and swiftly w

ys arrogant even

voice from b

in color and her charcoal-black hair was beautifully made in dreadlocks. He

n’s joyous voice reson

in her porcelain-skinned face. Anaztasia and Rozelyn have been friends since they were ten. It was only the compass

you'd come her

always an early

e. She raised her right hand and muttered, “Boug

ave her a wi

you very m

tears were already stre

whore of Babylon has arriv

voice was much louder

e electric-blue-eyed man lea

actly noon, King Cyrill,” An

dated him—who happens to be your currently on-off boyfriend. Also, I know that you’ve had a crush on him s

d Cyrill. He was honestly humiliated by th

n happens when Cyrill’s embarrassed—the cause of that occurrence remains a mystery even to him. He then seized a calico fro

stomachs with sumptuous breakfast

nks for the invitation, Cyrill,

with us in the kitchen dining,

” Ana then exuberan

tread towards t

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or perhaps more than thirty. Her bloody red dress was t

te tens of people. She only thought a family of three can fit in here

ery eyes, as well as a well-cooked ste

her favorites, even when

roasting the pork bel

the mood of Rozelyn. She sounded like a female disk j

rk singing in the ebony dar

ntact with you think twice if the sweet Anaztasia Arryn was really just

idering that you’re not immensely fond of any literary style when c

able Queen of Flattering and Pr

clared, making Rozelyn abruptly switch her attention to him. The man ra

a glorious, magnifice

notice that Cyrill was

ted to the man before him, who was wearing a midnight blue polo shirt. The man was pr

normally like any other lad or are they having their sarcas

She and Anaztasia would surely be amongst the avid televiewers. They’ll surely be watchin

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y of the crab’s pincers. Even the people around them didn’t notice

ot open her mouth nor blink her eyes. The only p

essence into madness—a predatory madness. Like a mountain lion who was about to maim a doe, Anaztasia’s blood was pretty muc

diately went to the comfort room’

sanity. Just this morning, she smelled Lucia’s presence like toasted bread with peanut butter and jelly. Anaztasia’s f

delight or any sort of debauchery at all. Why is she suddenly havin

ging into house apparel. It’s their house anyway, why the hell will she change w

rple pillow and didn’t notice that sh

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ht. Rozelyn felt hunger creeping in her guts. Without

aps her stepmom forgot to turn

the fridge when she noticed that the doo

ill. Her stepmom said that it’s her personal stock

yway. Enough of the days that she always relies on other people’s opinions when making decisions. She’s already an adult now. She must now learn to resolve her own decisions and face the consequences— if eve

d and freezing; signifying that the air-condition

s something far more horrific than a room of piled, dusty boo

beheld made her entire body filled with shudder. Her heart was about to leap away from her chest and into the tr