Damian's Rose Novels & Stories

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

DAMIAN “Damian…” Vivian breathed, her voice sounding in the way she couldn’t hide her emotions. “No one has ever done something like this for me.” She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around herself as if she didn’t quite know what to do at the moment. The breeze lifted her hair, brushing it across her face, and she brings it back slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. I couldn’t help it. The sight of herstanding there, stunning, glowing under moonlight made something inside me shift. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

His breath, smelling of alcohol and masculinity, brushed against Sheina’s face. "Stop saying that name! Stop the act!" Damian roared low, his voice hoarse with pain. "I can feel your heartbeat; I can smell your scent that you could never fully change. You are mine, Camila! Just admit it!" Damian lowered his head roughly, attempting to claim Sheina’s lips with a demanding kiss. He no longer cared about his dignity. He only wanted to taste again the sweetness he had once thrown away.

And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground. "E-Eric… let go… I can't breathe…" Eric looked down at her, his handsome face gradually souring. "Did you forget, Layla, that the perfume you're using is Avril's favorite scent, with the main ingredient being rose oil? I bought her many bottles of rose perfume in the past because of how much she likes the scent of roses. I'd just forgotten about it later on…" Eric suddenly let out a self-deprecating laugh. Indeed, he'd forgotten too many things.

He was so close I could feel the heat radiating off his chest. He smelled like expensive mint, dark coffee, and that faint, intoxicating hint of smoke. "You should go," he repeated, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. He planted one large hand on the door right beside my head, caging me in. "But we both know you're not going anywhere, Roxy." Hearing my name on his lips made my breath hitch. "How do you know my name?" Damian let out a dark, rough chuckle. He reached into the pocket of his dark trousers with his free hand, and when he pulled it out, the silver caught the dim light of the office.

She couldn't even bring herself to break the annoying alarm clock as this one was a customized one. The particular clock had a voice which always started with a sweet voice,"wakie wakie baby.... Rise and shine my queen..." But that was not the only reason, the reason we're never the words...nope... not at all... The reason was the voice... It belonged to Rudra... She still finds it a mystery to solve that how her friend caught a hold of Rudra's voice that too such sweet one... Groaning, she picked up her alarm clock on her nightstand, Sakshi looked at the time and said,

After several seconds of the customer not answering, I look up assuming the customer did not hear me and there he was Rooftop; a meter away from me. My knees buckle a little as his eyes bore into my grey-fragile looking eyes and I grip the counter edges for support. After taking in my features he looked at the day’s specials. He must have recognized me, or not. l was overwhelmed with his presence that I couldn’t seem to stop fidgeting. He had a citrus-woody scent with a mixture of strong grapefruit opening and a dash of mint, the scent was all consuming it managed to calm my nerves. I never got the privilege to get familiarized with his scent, the last encounters we had it’s either he had bl

It gave me the opportunity to study her facial profile well. "look what I found, ' scorpion pushed something into my hand. I collected it from him and glanced through it. It was a school ID card. It was hers. "Vanessa Campbell... "I read aloud, the boys laughed mockingly at the name. "so somebody pikin dey answer camp and bell? "scorpion mocked, ensuing more laughter.

" There were plenty of flower shops along the way, but none of them satisfied Willow. Eventually, she picked a store that looked clean and pretty and had beautifully wrapped flowers. Willow stepped inside. The shop owner greeted her with a smile. "What kind of flowers do you want to buy, kid?" "Roses!" Willow declared boldly. She heard that roses symbolized love. If she gave roses to her parents, they would surely understand just how much she loved them. The shop owner led her to the roses. "You can choose the roses, kid." "Thank you." Willow watched carefully from the side. There were different colors of roses—white ones, red ones, and even roses that gradually transitioned from white to bl

Damien squinted his eyes, his teeth bared, and his nose twitched, which often happened when he was furious. "By whom?" His voice was cold, likewise his eyes. Just like how Roy had imagined they would be. As Roy didn't respond, he asked again, "I said by whom?!" "Rogues, witches," Roy shrunk back, trembling. Standing abruptly, Damien slapped a hand on the brown desk, and a low growl escaped him. "Did I just hear the last statement correctly?" "Is it the witches?" Roy asked stupidly, and Mark sniggered.