Novel & Cerita Damian's Rose

" 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.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

Raven carried on cooking and her food was served to Damien and Roman she assumed when she was done she went to her room. She changed into her pajamas and she replayed tonight in her mind, this was the first time she had seen Damien after some time and he looked better than ever. She on the other hand wasn't sure what she looked like? Probably bad but oddly enough her ex always said she looked best when she felt at her worst. He said she looked like a flower blooming and that had hurt her that he found an upside in her misery.

She was confused because Theo Valencia did indeed have a name for himself in the industry and the articles upon articles she had read convinced her otherwise of what Krister had just said. “In business aspects, sure. But you know, being casual with people or just people overall, he’s dumb with that kind of thing.” he said before standing up. “Let’s get you ready. Sei was never late to any of her appointments and meetings.” Rojean took off her ring which Krister specifically said only when they were around people underground and she could put it back on when she was off work. “Too bad, you seem nice. You and Sei would have made the perfect couple. You’ve already memorised everything about her

Except that there were heavy tones of jealousy and longing pulsing through me as I saw the admiring look in his eyes while he stared at her. “Damian, this is Rose,” I managed to say, my voice hitching. “She’s… an old family friend. Rose, this is Damian, the school's celebrity.” Damian offered his signature, devastating grin. “It’s a pleasure, Rose.” Rose beamed brightly, mirroring his charm. “It's a pleasure too, Damian. You look really good, I don't think I met you while I was still here.”

Damien As I navigated the familiar streets leading to Rose's imposing mansion, a tumult of emotions churned within me, each one vying for dominance as I braced myself for the inevitable confrontation that awaited me. The tension in the air was palpable, thick with the weight of unresolved grievances and unspoken truths, as I prepared to face the woman whose influence had cast a long shadow over my past and threatened to do the same to my future.

she said, gesturing for Rose to follow. As Rose prepared to follow the nurse, a figure emerged from the corner. It was Damian, wearing a nervous yet charming smile. He quickly intervened, addressing the nurse, "I'll take it from here.". "Oh.. alright" The nurse said as she blushed shyly, clearly captivated by Damian's handsomeness. Rose couldn't help but roll her eyes. It was definitely not the right time for flirting. Damian turned to Rose, his smile still lingering on his face. "Hello, Rose. I'm Damian," he introduced himself. "I called you earlier."

He held a bouquet of cliff roses—blooms said to grow only on sheer, ice-bound cliffs in the harshest regions, each one worth a king's ransom. He strode over, and as he reached me, his large hand cupped my waist, pulling me into his embrace. "Wife, I'm back," he murmured against my forehead, pressing a kiss there before slowly turning to face Caleb. Caleb's previous words seemed to lodge in his throat. His face went unnaturally rigid. Under Damian's oppressive aura, the bunch of gardener's grass in Caleb's hand had somehow slipped to the ground, unnoticed. Damian's wolf eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl.