Asshole Rose Novels & Stories

The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly. His gaze was full of her. He smiled and pointed to the flowerpot she had just placed nearby. Half teasing, he said, “Then Cecilia is a red rose. Delicate and thorny. Only I can afford to take care of you.” Cecilia turned and looked at the roses Lucas had placed in the room that morning. And tears streamed silently down her face.

Adeel said and Azisha got startled by his presence "When did you come? You had time to come." Azisha said "I just came now. Happy birthday Azisha," Adeel said and handed her the Rose bouquet Azisha smiled looking at the Rose bouquet. She is allergic to Roses and Adeel does not even know that. "I can not take them. Sorry I am allergic to them." Azisha said still smiling Adeel took that bouquet and placed it away. "it is ok, you do not have to say sorry. I am sorry I did not knew that you are allergic to them." Adeel apologised to her

“I’m fine with a little blood.” Rolling my eyes, I attempt to push him off me. Only to be stopped by a gagging sound. Yohan stares at me. I stare back right at him. But the sound didn’t come from me. Slowly, my head turns around, towards the entrance. The entrance that was now pushed to the side. Auster standing there a tray in his hands, his ears tinted red. With his eyes closed, he was lifting the tray in front of him upwards, like he was offering to the Moon Goddess herself.

“Oh, I’ll tell you what I’m doing to you. First, I’m going to start by removing every stitch of clothing from your body, then I’m going to explore every inch of your luscious body. After that, I’ll play with all my favourite parts of your body until you beg me to take you. Then we’ll christen this bench in hopes we’ll be back many times in the future for a repeat performance. Look to your left.” Rose turned her head. “I misspoke. You can see how beautiful you are.” There was a mirror on the wall, and she could just see herself in it. Stretched out like an offering. “Keep watching as I take away the barriers of clothing.” He started with his own clothes and stood there like some fertility god

“Come on, man. Rosa’s looking hot tonight. She keeps smiling at you, and you’ve only got eyes for your beer.” Rome looked over at Rosa. She was hot. Long, red hair, and legs that never ended. She was definitely someone he’d be interested in getting to know better--if it weren’t for that phone call earlier. All he could think about was Ella. He’d even looked around the club, wondering if any of these girls could be her. But none of them looked like the picture he had of her in his mind. Dark hair, wide eyes, a beautiful smile…. No, he had a feeling his Ella wasn’t here tonight. “You should at least get up and dance,” Bart said, nudging him with his shoulder. “I need a wingman.”

A fucked up asshole. My hands are soothingly rubbing onto her back, trying to at least let her feel some sort of comfort. Spending months and months with Rose has made me realise how love can cause so much pain in so many different ways. She has been lost and fragile ever since she left him; unwillingly left him.

It's the mate bond. I walked over and stood over Mason. He looked up at me and growled. "Growl all you want, Mason. You're pathetic." I spat at him. As I started walking away, he grabbed my ankle, making me fall and hit my head on a rock. I blacked out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Will she ever forgive me?” Lost in thought outside Sheila’s house, Kelly didn’t notice the door open until Rose stepped out and spotted him. “Asshole, what the hell are you doing here? You enjoy seeing her miserable, don’t you?” she snapped. Kelly’s jaw tightened. “Stop calling me an asshole. I’m not an asshole,” he said, voice low and unhappy. Rose sneered. “Calling you an asshole is an insult to assholes all over the world. You motherfucker—you’re more disgusting than an asshole.”

“Yeah, I’m still not used to you looking like her and you being the exact opposite of her. It still baffles me.” “Give me your hand,” Rojean just said before putting her hand out and taking his hand when he wasn’t giving it. She was quite reluctant but put her hand on her chest anyway. It was just for fun and didn’t mean anything, she just wanted to take off the seriousness from Krister himself. Krister looked at her, his hand shaking a bit as his face was now bright red from the embarrassment he was feeling. He really didn’t know what to do. Rojean laughed out loud, seeing his reaction to it. “I knew it! Men like you who’s always focused on work and are super rich, couldn’t get a girlfriend