Asshole Rose Novels & Stories

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’

Continuation: - Rudra entered his cabin, after the fight he just had with Sakshi, only to come across the face, he never wanted to come across and run away from for whole of his life… “What do you want Kiara??? Don’t you have some other work or better patients to treat, rather than tailing behind me the whole time?” he snapped at her feeling totally frustrated on seeing her behind him the whole time. Yup, that was Kiara, his so-called fiancée, whom he despises with everything he has in himself.

Isobel wrinkled her nose before saying, “Probably all of them, to convince suckers like you that they’re kind and benevolent souls.” I scowled at her moodily, wanting to argue my case. But there wasn’t much to say except, yeah, I was a total idiot sucker who’d gotten taken in by a freaking scammer. I hissed out a huff. “I can’t believe this.” My gaze strayed to the baby rose plants. “I wonder what color they’ll turn out, then? Or if they’re even rose plants.” “Oh, they’re definitely roses,” she assured me. “But your guess is as good as mine on the color.”

Or was it not a sweven? She could still imagine that very moment in their P.E.class when her whole body gradually hardened and somehow she herself was turning to a…to a rose. Not just a rose, a blood rose. Or was it just an ordinary rose? She’d never seen an actual blood rose before anyway and Rozelyn bet that it was far more different than any other roses. It possesses such extraordinary abilities and so it shall also possess an extraordinary appearance. She licked the blood from her finger, making her tongue taste the blood that it had been craving.

Rose Pov “Dare me,” I whispered, my voice raw and hungry. I was lying on the rug like a used, filthy mess — legs spread wide, thick cum still leaking from my stretched pussy and ass. My fingers kept playing with my cum-covered clit, rubbing their mixed seed into my swollen folds. I had never felt so dirty, so owned, and so fucking alive. Alex looked down at me with pure lust. “Final dare, Rose. We’re going to fuck you until you break. I want you to beg, scream, and cum harder than you ever have in your life. You’re ours tonight.”

Then he stepped closer, placing his erect cock right on my ass. My body thrummed with need. Pain and pleasure, mixed together, neither more dominant than the other—creating a sickening sense of need in me. He edged nearer and I moved back to give him better access. Henry chuckled wickedly. “You like this, don't you? Rosie.” “Fuck you.” His fingers curled around my waist, slowly moving his cock against my ass. I moaned loudly, arching my back towards him. His lips found my earlobe, and began sucking. “I bet you'd want me to fuck you right now.”

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

I pressed my palms together and the earth cracked open behind me. From the soil, some roses erupted with a sickly red glow. Each of them was shaped like a beast with their roots forming like legs and their bark splitting into mouths filled with rows of sharp teeth. Their movements were jerky while wet sounds echoed as they stretched for the first time. The assassins’ eyes widened in horror. "What are those!?" I smiled faintly. "Magic roses. They need nourishment." I pointed toward the assassins and said to the roses. "Feed."

It moved farther and farther from the cemetery on the hillside, and farther away from all the love and hatred buried beneath Sicily's soil. Daisy leaned against Caleb's shoulder and looked out the window. The hillsides were covered in blooming irises. The warm breeze never felt better. Her new life had only just begun.

If she could just find a way out…. A loud click. She spun. The door behind her creaked open. Not the hallway door. The panel behind the bookcase. A man stepped through the narrow passageway, dark curls damp with sweat, a gun in one hand, blood on the other. His shirt clung to his sculpted torso, open down to the middle of his chest, smeared with soot. But it was his eyes, those ice-blue eyes that rooted her to the floor. Alonso.