All Chapters of The Blood Rose Lady: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“I’m thirsty,” Rozelyn muttered as she saw a middle-aged woman walking by the street with her dog. It’s been days since she last drank from Romaine’s blood-full fridge. But, she was searching for fresh blood, one that she’ll harvest straight from her prey’s neck.          There are still leftover foods from yesterday’s birthday beach party of Romaine. And as expected, she vanished into the thin air again—probably with her stepmother’s cinnamon roll who goes by the name Dorrien.          ‘Is Romaine hiding something?’ She pondered.         ‘Maybe,’ her consciousness answered back.         Surprised, she stood from the veranda and decided to trek towards the forest where she learned how to hunt. “I really need to feed after all. My mind is now talking with itself.&

“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

“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

“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

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