Cream X Rouge Novels & Stories

I didn't know when they all got to where I was standing. "Dude!" Natt breathed out, checking the gift. "I would fucking kill to have a committed fan like yours." Right. Since they didn't even know what this meant, they would think it was an heartfelt gesture from a die hard fan. If only they knew just where in the pit of hell the gift was coming from. "Oww! Seventeen roses, a chocolate pack, rose candle and a freaking velvet cake!" Maria counted the items for everyone to hear. "How long has it been since he's been getting this package?" Someone asked, I couldn't even tell who that was because I was beginning to zone out again.

he greeted and kissed me on my forehead. "Good evening, Lucien." "Lucien..." My attention was shortly drawn to the man who called Lucien's attention. It's the Alpha of Crimson Pack, Drago Alessandrei Lestat. I can't help but stare at him. This is actually the first that I see him this close and Einah was right, the man screams danger. The smile he wears is not enough to mask the danger lurking behind his orbs. I wonder what made him like this? The Alpha eyed me with his cobalt orbs but I see no animosity in it. I gave him a smile and a nod to show my greetings. His lips then formed into a lopsided smirk.

"Pink is definitely your color, Rocco. It brings out the gentle giant in you and I think it makes you look hot." I grumbled but took a lick. It was cold, creamy, and heavenly against my scorched tongue. We started walking back toward the car, the tension between us feeling lighter than it ever had. “You kept complaining about not wanting strawberry flavour, but look at you, you've nearly downed the whole thing.” He pointed out. I scoffed. “Oh please I…” I was cut off when a large dollop of the pink cream slid off the side of the cone. It landed right on my dark trousers, directly next to my crotch.

Hot tears spilled down her cheeks at last. I can't do this, she thought, one hand pressed to her stomach. I’m not her. I’m going to lose this baby because of her sins. The main door opened. High female voices and laughter filled the room. "Honestly, the new Chanel Rogue Allure is just too drying," one complained. "I've moved back to Dior Addict. The shine is incomparable." "Ugh, tell me about it. I tried that Fenty matte red yesterday and I looked like a cracked desert," another said.

She didn't look one bit like a strong career woman. After Emma's makeup had been removed, her crisp demeanor toned down a lot. She had to force herself to smile because she hadn't trusted Larissa's words. Even the best beauty cream would be no match for makeup. Instead of putting beauty cream on her, it would be easier to just put red lipstick on her. Larissa sampled some of the cream on the back of her hand. Then, she displayed it to the audience. "This is the beauty cream that I just compounded on the spot. We will be utilizing this to put on makeup for this lady."

I have never seen a man so horrified to discover the truth, it was comical how petrified he looked right now. "In my entire twenty-five years of life this is honestly the first time I have ever seen my brother speechless," Blake managed to say through the laughter. "A rogue? Your mate is a rogue?" "If you want to be technical about the entire thing I am a rogue Alpha. So I guess that puts me a step above your average rogue," I shrugged with a certain confidence about my words. "In that case, I must apologize Blake, I was unaware that she was your mate. I thought you would have marked her by now," and there was Lex's arrogance once more, assuming that he knew everything and had the right to c

Roxy’s POV My face flourished with mild make up, pink blush and lipstick, my light Olive skin gleamed, all thanks to my newly acquired beauty products and my hair was gathered in a pineapple updo, with well laid edges and thanks to my curl-enhancing product, my curls were defined and voluminous dangling down my high ponytail. My revenge glam was activated. “Roxette Benette.” The clerk called and I rushed to her standing desk. I had been waiting for over thirty minutes, and I was starting to get hijacked by nerves.

or something like that. Then there's The Marking. Not like biting or stuff like that. This one is for the entire pack. Special paint made by witches, from moon dust, sun dust, first snow water, dew drops and white roses. Weird, right? Anyway, this one is mostly like drawing tattoos, but with the feather from a white owl.

I was all excited but seeing Layla’s horrible expression on everything, seriously ruined my mood at core, though i didn’t show it on my face but deep inside, i was hurt. I dressed up in denim joggers paired with a mustard coloured crop top, and my white shoes. Stick my hair in a ponytail, and a light make up to enhance my features. I always loved dressing as simple and comfortable. Whereas Layla wore a tight fighting bodycon with pumps, like she is attending the grammy here. “Are you ready?” I asked her. “Yeah, almost done.” she replied while putting a lip gloss over her red stained lips. After she was done with her makeup, we left for breakfast. The toast and the juice welcomed me.

I just felt that what Joanna did for this man was not worth it. In order to take revenge, she ended herself too. Does the Little Prince really love roses? I didn't know. But what I knew was Jeffrey was definitely not the Little Prince, and I was not a rose imprisoned in a glass case. My future had infinite possibilities.