“The most traitorous wolves hide beneath a lamb’s cloak, Cyrill.”
Cyrill, despite Rozelyn’s warning that it will take an hour or two before he could move, managed to stand from the bed.
Rozelyn was astounded but she had already anticipated his actions.
“What did you say?” His voice was soft but deadly. “Are you accusing me, Rozelyn?”
But Rozelyn didn’t see it coming. She didn’t see the slap from Cyrill’s mighty hand that had made her lose balance due the strong impact of his slap.
With all her strength, she managed her face to stay upright and not fall on
“Here we are at your precious home, honey.” Romaine smiled as Dorrien muttered those words. She then leaned to him and removed her helmet. They both kiss by the “Zadzisai’ Residence” sign. In a blink of an eye, she heard a noise inside the house. Romaine parted her lips and went straight to the door. She searched her bag for the key but couldn’t find it. “Open the door, Rozelyn! Cyrill!” She pounded at the door several times. But none of them responded. “Let me,” Dorrien offered. He banged and pushed the door, forcing it open. Dorrien saw a
“Seriously, Av? You’re taking me to the doctor?” Anaztasia demanded as soon as she realized that they are in front of the hospital. Apparently, this has been Avril’s ‘surprise’. Avril grimaced as soon as he beheld Anaztasia’s reaction. “Come on, Ana. We have to know about all the essential things about the baby. Besides, the doctor can also teach us how to raise one properly.” She just rolled her eyes and stomped her foot in irritation. “I kept on imagining what your surprise might be but it turns out you’ll just take me to the hospital!” He inched closer and patted her back, “Anaztasia…”&
“Cy, are you ba—Anaztasia!” Rozelyn immediately runs towards her bestfriend who now has a tiny bump on her belly. “How’s your baby?” She asked sweetly. “Babies, Roz.” Rozelyn didn’t expect that. “Th-They’re twins?” She was visibly more surprised than Anaztasia upon finding out that she’s carrying twins. “Yup. It’s a boy and a girl,” Anaztasia purred as she stroked her belly gently. 
“Darling, breakfast is ready!” It was the second time around that Isla’s mother, Laara, had called her for breakfast. She could smell the fried eggs, Hungarian sausages, pork and beans, and bacon.But, she didn’t budge—not even a bit.She just stared at the city of Sydney from her bedroom’s window in deep thoughts. Her eyes and body are fixed wholly onto the city that meets her gaze. Isla felt a little guilty for leaving Eku’s daughter in Ireland. She could’ve at least told her who the Blood Mistress was and the real identity of her stepmother Romaine.It was already eight in the morning and her bed was still untouched, as if she never had a sleep for days. “Isla,” her mother knocked twice on her open door. “I said breakfast is ready.
Rozelyn is definitely bad at deciphering cryptic messages—especially one that is through a poem. That voice…it seems to be very familiar. The voice sounds like from someone she already met. The mystical voice that seems to come from far, far away reiterated for three times before the rooster cried for the third time. “Of course, that is Isla Ivane’s voice. Why didn’t I recognize it at first?” She asked herself as she grabbed her pillow to hug it and ponder for what the message’s meaning. Even though she repeated it several times, it’s too complex and difficult for her to decipher. Fiona’s text message last night made her excited and anxio
It had been days—or perhaps weeks, he didn’t know. That day he saw Rosette in an instant, and just realized that he had just mistaken that beautiful stranger. Leo should probably take a break from thinking about Rosette—even for at least an hour, if not a day. “You seemed in deep thoughts again, brother.” Rhella then put a bunch of stir-fried mixed vegetables on his plate and a steamed lobster tail. “I am just thinking what will be the vampires and werewolves move by now. I heard that Maebh Mul—I mean the Blood Mistress is still on track with the plan.” “Liar,” Rhella casually declared as she took a bite from a smoke-grilled salmon.
Leo was happy that he had taught Rhella a lesson: a lesson that he wasn’t as weak as she perceived. A reminder to her that he cannot be easily manipulated as she once thought. He had enchanted the whole house beforehand as he had planned to go outside even before that unexpected fight, though it was expected nonetheless. With his adoptive sister’s temper, it is very easy to spark a fight with her just like lighting a match. Leo smiled. His smile was victorious. For the first time in forever, he had won a fight with Rhella without using that much power during the encounter. All he used was his tongue and eyes and stone-cold face. He spotted a beautiful wine-red-haired girl who entered his favorite beer house. Leo loved redheaded women. Even in a distance
Maebh always knew that she’s special. She knew that there is a stronger power that lies deep inside her, hidden for many years. She also knew that this unimaginable power had been waiting to be unleashed at the right time and at the right place—and at the right moment. She glanced at Ludwig, who was patiently and perfectly pretending to be nice with the Mullins’ niece, Allyssa Mullin. ‘Such a rubbish name,’ Maebh mused. Ludwig waved at her and she waved back. Allyssa waved back as well. When the latter wasn’t looking, she rolled her eyes and touched the locket between her growing breasts. It was the gift from Ludwig yesterday when she blew out the candles of her cake for her twelfth birthday.It was also yester
This book is my debut novel [ shrieks in incredulity @_@ ]. I can’t even believe that I have finished it. I originally tended this book to be a stand-alone. But, I become indulged on the own world that I created that I decided to expand it >_< . I know that an urban dark fantasy with a touch of steamy romance is not that popular for online novels. But I still finished it anyway; despite my initial belief that I can’t get pass through 50k words. And here I am, finishing a book with a whopping 70 chapters and more than a hundred thousand words! The sequel and final installment of The Blood Rose saga entitled, “Queen of Vampires and Werewolves”, will be coming this April—or May. Anyway
Rozelyn’s irresistible smell still lingers in his nose, despite the fact that he is already in Avril’s house—in which the pregnant Anaztasia Arryn is also staying. “You okay, Cy?” asked Avril as he handed him a can of beer. Avril Arke’s backyard is so spacious and calming, as if the lushness of this place resembles a virgin forest. “Not really. I…I have hinted to Roz that my heart yearns for her.” A smile tugged on his best friend's lips. “What did she say then?” “She didn’t. She was going to say something but she held back.” Avril took
Anger was still prevalent in Rhella’s heart. “How could he exchange me for that bitch?!” Her voice resonated in her little room, inside Maebh’s estate. “I didn’t.” A deep, familiar voice from behind her. Rhella remembered that she forgot to lock her door. “Who are you? What do you want?” Her voice radiates fear even when she tries to hide it. Especially in her current state that she cannot even summon an ember as magic had completely left her body, thanks to Leonardo Richards. ‘What if this is one of Maebh’s minions trying to kill me as I am now powerless?’ she thought.&nb
“Rozelyn…” He muttered her name as if it was a sacred word, a prayer. “Roz…” “You really think that—never mind!” She jerked her head back to Thalia’s house and saw Rosette and Aruba waving at her, the latter was holding an umbrella. “Hush you two! You’re both already soaked in the rain!” “We’re fine, Aruba,” Rozelyn simply said then walked towards the house, without any umbrella. “Love quarrel, eh?” Aruba teasingly utter. Cyrill just glared at her, then glanced back at Rozelyn. The latter was given a towel
“You didn’t know how happy I was when he was inside me, Roz,” said Rosette. “Yeah, I know.” Rozelyn’s sarcasm mode is turned on again. Rosette rolled her eyes, astonished to Rozelyn’s sudden shift in the mood. “Really? How much did I feel then?” She glared at her, eyes narrowing. “You’re very, very happy that you and your dear Leo have lasted for more than ten rounds.” “Rozelyn!” Thalia reprimanded. “It doesn’t mean you’re an adult, you’re allowed to be very green-minded!” “I’m not being a green-
“It was a pity for a person…” Rozelyn spoke, eyes fixed on the blazing body of Grainne Perkins, “…to die, while knowing that you did everything to live—including the fact that you exchange your freedom for immortality granted by the Blood Rose only to be murdered by a psychotic witch that, heaven knows, how the hell she did that.” Cyrill patted her back, “The Heathens are hiding something, a secret weapon I suppose.” “Grainne was a cancer patient, and had lived for a decade more thanks to the blood rose.” She wiped her face, and then fixed her hair. “Just like Rosette,” said Cyrill. “Yes. Just like Rosette Richards…” “You have done everything you cou
Roz was on the doorstep of Thalia’s home to visit Aruba when her phone rang. “Cy?” She breathed. “Roz, you have to come to the Fortress.” “Whe—” “Now!” Rozelyn wasted no time and headed back to her house. She immediately drove her newly bought car, thanks to Rosette’s gift. Speaking of Rosette, she saw her in one of the windows in the upstairs room of Thalia’s house when she turned around. “Rosette is probably sleeping in Thalia’s house—again.”&
“You’re finally home, Leo.” Leo jerked his head and he saw her.It was the woman he loved, he cared, he fucked, and he had been looking for. Yet, why is she here in the walls of his very home? “How did you enter here, Rosette?” She sauntered towards him, finger tracing his muscular chest. “If there’s a will, there’s a way.” He smirked. Sensing the hotness in the room, he removed his shirt. His sweat-drenched chest didn’t stop Rosette from tracing her fingers. His beloved’s hand landed atop his manhood and he knew then. He knew she was craving for more. “We just have sex earlier, Rosette. I am not surprised you are hungry for more.” Rosette’s face briefly
Cyrill’s heart was still beating fast even though he had already arrived at Vesta’s doorstep. When she called him on the phone, he sensed something was utterly wrong, something eerie; something that is going to happen unexpectedly. And Cyrill supposed it wasn’t a good one. “Vesta?” Cyrill then knocks three times, the perfect number when knocking. Not two or one, but three knocks. According to superstitions, when someone knocks once, it is doubtful if he or she is really a someone—a living person. When one knocks twice, it is said to be inviting a malevolent, unpleasant spirit within the house or building. Despite him being a Pasiphae werewolf, he still upholds and believes in superstitions. After all, there’s nothing wrong