Damian's Rose Novels & Stories

Nadlyn said with a sharp look. Damian returned Nadlyn's sharp gaze, extending his hand to cup Nadlyn's cheeks and bringing his face closer to hers. Damian's eyes focused on Nadlyn's pinkish-red lips, with half of them still damaged. He struggled to look at that damaged side, imagining how beautiful Nadlyn would be with her whole face intact, not less attractive than Rachel. Nadlyn's heart raced faster; she knew what was on Damian's mind, but she could only stay silent and wait for what Damian was going to do until finally, she closed her eyes as she felt Damian's gentle touch on her lower lip.

Leaving him made me realize I had a talent for gardening, and growing flowers made me happier. It turned out I loved flowers not because of him. I was quite grateful to Jeffrey. Without him, I wouldn't have learned to grow flowers or realized my talent. I had gradually forgotten him. During these years in Dimonous, I learned, from growing flowers to making incense. The series of steps were deep in my mind. I brought the latest technology to Dad's company and, of course, I finally grew roses that were more delicate than Dimonous roses. When I returned home with the latest technology, countless media outlets wanted to interview me. They all wanted to know who actually grew the world-famous ros

My beautiful, unique rose. - - - - - -

Damian stood up and made his way towards the flowers, he caressed a bloomed red rose and plucked it. "You will know soon..." His lips turned upward into a devilish smirk when he crushed the delicate flower in his fist.

Slowly, his gaze slid to Rose. She stood frozen, pale as a ghost, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Damian’s smirk deepened, a predator savoring his next kill. “Well, Rose... it seems it’s just you now.”

“Listen to me, Rose. I’m not going to let her hurt you again. Cassandra’s gone too far this time—she needs to be stopped.” Tears filled Rosemary’s eyes. “But she has power, Damien. Everyone’s on her side. I’m just… someone who’s already fallen too far.” Damien stepped closer. His tone softened, though his eyes burned with determination. “You’re not weak, Rose. You’ve just been hurt too many times.” Rosemary looked away, afraid her resolve might crumble. “Don’t talk like that… I don’t need your pity.” Damien gave a faint, rueful smile. “It’s not pity. It’s admiration.”

He gentley put me up against the wall, his arms trapping me in. "Mmmm.... You smell so fucking good." Wyatt purred in my ear as he sniffed my neck. Shivers went through my entire body. He grabbed ahold of my waist and pulled me towards him. Sparks. Holy shit! The sparks! That's the mate bond! I really did have a second chance mate! And dear Goddess, was he sexy. Tall, Handsome, Buff and covered in tattoos.

“I know but there are some lies that are necessary, especially when you promise someone else to maintain them.” “What lies?” This time Paul heard the anger in my voice. “Rose, the man that attacked you, what do you remember about him?” Paul pressed like this had everything to do with what he wanted to tell me. The memory was blurry as I tried to put the pieces together. “I don’t know… he was fast, really fucking fast. And his teeth— No, I was so frightened I imagined most of it.” “Rose,” Ivan touched my hand and my eyes flew open. I hadn’t even realised I’d closed them so tightly. “Just tell us even if it sounds crazy.”

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Damian spoke to Daisy, "Hi, thank you for helping me out. Can I have your contact? Or if you're free, here's my card. You can give me a phone call later." Damian stretched forward right his hand and presented his business card to Daisy, who nervously collected it. Daisy blushed as she hadn't expected Damian to come back and speak with her. With trembling hands, Daisy picked up the card nervously and told him, "Okay, Sir. I will call you later." Damian could inhale Alicia's citrus scent from where he stood, but he smiled at Daisy and told her, "I will be expecting your call. Take care." Damian strode out of the hospital building, and Alicia finally raised her head and realized her breathing t