Novel & Cerita Damian's Rose

“Not everyone’s happy about what’s going on there. That groom? He was supposed to marry my niece.” Damian raised an eyebrow. “Really?” “Yeah,” the man grunted. “Life’s funny like that.” Damian’s eyes darkened. He looked at the rows of wine bottles like they might hold the answers he was searching for. “You need a drink,” the bartender said again. “I need something strong,” Damian muttered. Glass after glass, he drowned the pain — each sip burning away another memory. Lila’s laughter. Her touch. Her voice whispering his name. After the fifth drink, he slammed the glass down. “I’m fine,” he said, though his vision was already spinning.

I opened my own studio, and my days became full, vibrant, and happy. One night, Jordan stepped out of the shower, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on the small of his back. I leaned closer. It was a rose in full bloom—beside it, a little girl dancing. My fingertips trembled as I traced it, my eyes stinging. "I had it done when I was seventeen," he said softly. His gaze lowered to mine, eyes shimmering with starlight. "I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride."

Being with Damian is amazing, is this how it always is or is it just because of him. I mean, i know i don't particularly have prior knowledge but everything with him is just perfect and easy. Despite meeting him just yesterday. We leave the lounge sometime late at night, heading toward the resorts, I'm in the dry clothe he got me. It's a blue and white ankle length flowy floral dress with a tiny strap. I let me hair down freeing it from the clips I used in the morning, it's wet so it's not so messy but the curly waves can still be seen.

A gentle hand petted through brown locks, and those warm eyes landed on her again, "What is your favorite flower, miss. Croix?" "I like…" She bit his lip, trying to think, but only one answer came to mind, "roses." An amused chuckle hit her ears, "Red ones?" "…No." A simple denial. "Then what is your favorite?" "I don't have one." The laugh sounded again, and Alina felt her cheeks grow hot.

He stopped. "We'll just wait for her till she gets out and drop her home for now." He nodded. "Kaden, I need to talk to you. About certain someone I once worked for. I need your help in it" I look at him and nod. "We have to take care of this situation first" I said walking inside. "Who are we dealing with?" I asked, my eyes staring at Rose as she danced over the floor. My hands clenching in fist everytime she took something off her body. She never went nude. But her in a bikini was enough to send me off.

She was really getting good at this assistant shit. Miss perfect ass finally stopped in front of a door, pulled out a key and opened the door. “If there’s anything else you need, please let me know, a waiter will be here soon to take your order, enjoy your stay Mr. Guerriero,” She held out a hand for a handshake and Rain almost laughed at the woman’s attempt to— “Thank you,” Alexander said as he took her hand and shook it. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Rain’s lips twitched as she stared at their joined hands, when they finally let go, Rose’s cheeks were as red as her fucking name and for some reason Rain was beginning to grow a strange dislike for Roses.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

He growled and rose to his feet. "I will be back," He murmured and pressed a kiss to Ariel 's brow. A small sound, like a protest, escaped her when he withdrew his finger from his grip but she stirred and went and her breathing evened out. ******** Damien 's brows arched in amusement as he surveyed the male standing before him with bruises and a strained foot. He still couldn't believe his ears. It was the most ridiculous thing he'd heard that year. He tucked a blonde lock of hair behind his ear and crossed his arm. He might have let his muscles bulge a little...to intimidate the man even more.

The title of this one was "Be My Girl Forever." Clearing my throat, I began to read: "I might not be the kind of boy that every girl would call a perfect boyfriend. I might not have everything, And I might not be able to make you smile every time. I am just me—Damian. Yes, the gold-headed Damian. But from the day I met you, baby girl, I have never stopped thinking about you. Please, baby, be my girl forever, And make my joy complete. I have never felt this happy around any other girl.