The Blood Rose Lady

y even when the morning star began t

er father’s journal that she

ssages. She doesn’t even want to continue reading, if not

rder to calm herself. She always does

n his diary—causing her to reminisce about her chil

g with her journal, the door that was s

ressed in sage-colored blouse and black jeans. Her

there last night. Rozelyn p

tie. We’re going to

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h revelry. Some are having picnics and s

ed like a blooming rose. Its lofty pil

yriad of flora. There are roses, tulips, orchids,

just mere words that can be found in the

ted birth

her a jewelry box, wrappe

silvery necklace that glints under the morning sun. The jewel encompasses

you, R

yes. She’s probably the most fortunate stepdaughte

her

d at her with

er reason why I

is it,

” Her stepmo

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sted. A garden filled with red roses, arranged in a circul

I brought you to this s

eard even at the depths of Tartarus

late on why the hell Eku didn’t confess to her that

still processing why Eoghan broke up with her sixteen months ago. And up until now, she still can

ocent lamb as her attention dre

r—both on the inside and on the outside. She’d never seen the woma

ampires,

he fridge was meant f

in having her in

s because they thought that the flower’s abilities remain intact in our world. Obviously, the two were wrong. There are also rumours that the flower was the only survivor when the dinosaurs perished. Some also say that it exists even before time was r

the eastern horizon, avoiding he

ed as soon as I gobbled the rose when I was on the brink of passing.

we’re monsters.” Ro

It seems that even nature feared their presence due to the

gan to sway freely in the tranquil winds. She exhaled ge

others so that we m

d at her with u

must be paid

I will never wish to be. I'd rather live an exact one hundred year only, th

longer keep herself from remaining silent. She will never spend her eterna

another minute. And anothe

de for the whole twenty minutes. Only the breeze and the in

re sti

y dropped into a maelstrom in the middle of the Pacifi

e a week if possible

r knew her father. She pretended that she ne

ulled out a minuscule bottle that was

mence your payment

nly stared

You must now start your experien

to Rozelyn and folded i

redness, always cares for another creature’s life—especially when it concerns the lives of fau

r gifts, Rosie. Every rose has a thorn so

rin

No

your fangs and your claws later on. I suppose you do not want to dr

tongue was somehow s

o Zadzisai,” Romai

I were you, I’d drink that... because your father’s sacrifice would be was

she always is. The bottle just kep

nd ask her higher self whether her decision was right or there are ju

t is crucial in the never-ending cycle of existence. Death is not the opposite of life. It is still

now, d

ozely