Novel & Cerita Crossing Roses

I thank God the dress is braless because when I notice her perky dusty rose nipples calling out to me, I don't waste time. "Crescent." she moans lowly. That is a switch to something so carnal deep within me. I ravage her nipples and breasts like a starved man. Satisfied by my work on her breasts, I trace a finger down her torso while I kiss her. I am not surprised to find her wet and ready.

Looking at the other side all I could see red, a bright and beautiful crimson. The red roses dutifuly bared their thorns, blooming, seducing; killing as the tiny flower beneath it spread its' poison without even touching enemy-anemone is poisonous even without him tampering with it, but letting it spread poison is even quicker than letting it work the normal way. Camelias bloom, beautifully but oh so silently, creating a wall none of the frights can cross. And if it tries, grabbing and biting, it chokes, as ranunculus slowly, discreetly tempers with it's nerves, driving it mad.

“Cousin, stop fidgeting. Let me help you.” I have grown more comfortable around him since we all joined together with Rosie. Yes, he’s still a jerk, but he is also family. “There,” he pats me on the shoulder after adjusting my collar. “Let’s not keep her waiting, shall we?" Together, with my cousin at my back, we walk down the stairs into my living room where the rest of our guests are waiting. Every surface has been covered in roses of every imaginable color, harvested from Evander’s gardens, both on Terra and in Tara, a mixture of magical and traditional blooms--just like our Rosie, they are a mix of everything.

The scent of roses filled the air, their sweet fragrance captivating her senses. The atmosphere in Sean's penthouse suite was charged with anticipation as Katie stepped inside, her eyes widening in awe at the breathtaking scene before her. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated the room, creating an ethereal ambiance. She took in the delicate arrangement of roses, their petals velvety and inviting. It was a tableau of romance, a space where time seemed to stand still.

Since then, Theo and I have had numerous arguments. There was a time I wandered into the garden and was captivated by the roses, heavy with blooms. Red roses are my weakness, and they were so vibrant and full that I couldn't resist picking a few. It was too late when the gardener stopped me, warning that I'd be in trouble because those roses were off-limits. He told me they had belonged to Theo’s late mother, planted in her memory, and he had forbidden anyone from picking them.

The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

[Gia’s POV] On the ride to my destination, I took in the sights but kept my head as still and straight as I could to avoid any potential backlash. The wind swept my veil and cloth taunt against my skin, penetrating slightly through the tiny pores of the sheer fabric. The warmth of the sun kept the wind from forming goosebumps on my skin. Large pots lined the stone roads, each with different color combinations of roses, carnations, chrysanthemums, lilies, irises, hyacinths, peonies, and violets.

I whispered to keep us sane. “Do you know why I named you Roses?” I asked her, though my lips cracked with thirst. “Because even in blood and thorns, roses bloom. You will bloom, my little one. Even if I wither.” I vowed with voice cracking. We walked until the night gave way to dawn, a pale smear of light clawing at the sky.

I climbed up my blankets and set the laptop on the bed. I laid on my side and turned on the movie. Halfway through the romance movie I fell asleep too I began to have a dream. *I was standing in a room I had never been in, I looked around when I noticed a mirror. I walked up to the mirror and looked at myself, I was wearing a beautiful white dress. I look at the dress more closely, it's a wedding dress. I see a veil on my head and a weird look ring on my left ring finger. As I stood there confused at the outfit I was wearing I heard a knock on the door. I turned to look at the door I was just staring a few minutes ago, I waited before I could move the door busts up and in come Tate and Skye.