Asshole Rose Novels & Stories

Having enough of their hypocrisy and pestering, Rose felt like she had stepped on dung; she could not get rid of it nor shake it off. "Oh, how high and mighty of you. What are the two of you doing here? Stop f*cking acting in front of me and showing off, do you think I give a d*mn? If you are really in love, then just find a place, get married, and f*ck off! If you are that responsible, why are you still pestering me? Do you want my forgiveness? Then dump her! If you're that selfless, what the f*ck do you expect in return? You're angry? Let him go if you think you're a saint... I'll be the villain, are you happy with that? Please continue with your act! You are a hypocrite! If you touch me o

she said and her father nodded, clearly waiting anxiously to listen to what their daughter has been going through. "Dad, Mom, I have a guy that I love, and he is..." Rose was still saying this when her father suddenly cut her off, saying "...an asshole right?" "What is his name? Who are his parents? He broke your heart, right? I'm going to kill him today" he said with an angry face, yelling at the top of his voice. "Eh?" Rose was dumbfounded while looking at her father who was yelling at the top of his voice like someone who got all his money stolen.

His gaze dropped to my bouncing chest, his chest heaving against mine as he felt my arousal matching his anger. "You think you're tough now because you survived a run-in with Seraphina?" he whispered, his thumb sliding up my thigh, hooking into the waistband of my tight denim jeans and pulling me flush against his hard, rigid length. "You’re a beautiful, arrogant little brat. I like the guts, Rodah. It makes me want to rip these jeans off your hips and drive myself into you until you can't even remember your own name. I will break your defiance later. I will make you beg for mercy on this bed.”

Alina was one hundred percent certain, so certain in fact that she would bet away her soul, that her house was haunted. Sitting with an expression void of emotion, Alina rested her brown irises on the resin rose settled neatly on her nightstand amongst the dust gathered there from her constant neglect. To any person that wasn't Alina, there would be absolutely nothing amiss about the beautiful ornament staring innocently back at her. But there was something horribly wrong with the picture, something Alina had been noticing a lot with the objects residing within the smothering walls of her home; the rose wasn't where she had last put it.

So, she started speaking and said: " Yeah." She just said this politely and wanted to get rid of his hand. And she tried to move back. She pushed his hand with her soft and dirty hands but it had no effect on him. He is as strong as a stone or mountain. Then he started to laugh horribly and make fun of her, then abruptly stopped laughing and looked at Rose and caught her with his hand on the lower side of her chin and put her near to him with his face and said: "Now, it's my turn. I want to turn off my thirst."

Her lips were swollen and pink, her pale neck and b**bs were filled hickeys. ‘Good morning how was your night’ Anita’s annoying voice rang out in her brain. ‘Fuck Off’ ivory replied through her gritted teeth. Anita didn’t disturb her anymore so she went back to the bed. In no time Alfred came back and led her to the hot water bathe. Ivory cleaned herself up and was clad in a clothe given by Alfred. Alfred found the clothe in Chevy’s belongings, Chevy was a classic playboy so there were no shortage of women stuffs in his luggage.

I was angry, I let my rage take over. She said she can't trust that I won't turn on her. And truthfully, I understand that. I can't trust that I won't turn my back on her unless we address the reason why I'm mean to her. Not my father, no that conversation doesn't need to leave my home. Anastasia is kneeling by one of the rose bushes and digging up the soil. She's analyzing the patch of damaged flowers and I don't get the purpose of that but it's whatever.

"I can't believe you still have the nerve to show yourself here, Prof. Stenson." "I've realized my mistake, Angela," he said hoarsely. "Please, just let me see her once. I need to explain—" "Explain?" Her voice shook with fury. "Explain how you were drinking champagne with Wynter while Chloe coughed herself sleepless? Or how you chased fame and glory while she gasped for air, waiting for you to save her?" Angela's eyes burned as she met his gaze. "Tell me, Silas—what makes you think she'd ever want to see you again?"