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said Damian as he shook his head , holding out his hand as if asking for a handshake " I want to apologise , You were right when you said that we need to support you and Aiden and I finally understand that you are pack , I'm still embarrassed about how I doubted Aiden's authority . I hope you will forgive me " Damian's apology came so suddenly that Rosalie was shocked and her shock inflated all of her anger . " I accept your apology " said Rosalie as she shook hand with Damian . " Thanks " muttered Damian as they walked inside the pack hall " what are you going to do now ?" he asked after a while as they walked to the television room together .

The healing purple and green bruises around her neck made Daniel ball his fists in anger and look away. Nicholas whispered in Rosemary's ear while Mage and Uzzi bowed their heads to her as she walked by. Rosemary was the youngest child in her family and bowing to her wasn't protocol, Daniel realized it was an offering of love and respect so he joined them as he bowed to her. He swore he'd never bow before another master, but in that instant, he knew he lied. From that moment on, Rosemary would rule him. Agamori mounted his horse and held his hand down to Rosemary as her father helped her up onto the animal's back. Hissing back in pain, Rosemary settled onto the saddle behind Agamori then whi

"It's no threat. I'm in no competition with you. All I'm saying is enjoy your change before it falls to pieces–by your own hand. Good morning again, Mr. Richards." Rosé left his office and Damian just scoffed. Rosé always had this affinity for mystical movies and shows and it seemed she had been watching way too many of them. Maybe she thought herself to be some kind of soothsayer. Damian had a peculiar taste when it came to women and Rosé's mystical personality was actually sexually appealing to him but I'm this case, it was annoying. Damian ate his casserole in silence but Rosé's words still replayed like a stereo in his head.

He finished his talking looking at her, "And one more thing Rose, if anything happens to Damian because of your irresponsibility or negligence then I will personally kill you, keep this thing in your mind..." His face was deadly serious, his black eyes threatening... "Don't worry I'll protect him with my life, you can trust me..." She replied in monotone voice. ******** Simon was standing in front of Damian after handing him Rose's file, Damian was reading each and every word very carefully, he was impressed.. The skills and talents of this girl was extraordinary.... CLASS A FIGHTER.... Name - Rose, (26 years old.) Blood group- O . DOB- 5 March 1994.

He held it up to the light, the delicate pen pressed between his fingers - light yet exquisite. "I like it", he turned, staring at the bouquet of blue roses, his gaze complicated. Dylan scratched his head, an awkward laugh escaping his lips. "That... the flower shop i contacted had ran out of chamomiles and only had those". Matthew inhaled, nodding slowly with a low hum. "Thanks" "It was nothing actually, just something that i had to do...out of courtesy", Dylan smiled, waving his hands lightly. They stared at each other silently for a while, neither having a word to say. After a moment, Dylan cleared his throat, his hands running through his thick, strands of hair.

He said I was like a rose in bud, and he wanted to be the Little Prince. I thought the perfect match for the Little Prince was a fox, so I didn't agree with his confessions. Until that spring, he bought that rose garden for me. He covered my eyes and made me stand at the top of the hill where the roses were in full bloom. I remembered the wind that day carried the scent of the flowers, and he held me in his arms, promising to give me a home. Once upon a time, I loved freedom so much, but his words made me fold my wings.

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

‘How many times do I have to tell you, my stuffs aren’t ordinary…that ice dome has the ability to protect the user and whoever is inside an…’ ‘Well all domes can do that’ ivory interrupted. ‘Let me finish…the dome can also bounce back any attack’ Anita said smiling ‘and also be careful not to use that technique in front of everyone because they would be suspicious of your phase’ ‘Okay…but the fact you gave me these books doesn’t mean we’re back on speaking terms’ ivory said. ‘I know’ Anita responded then she lies down to sleep. Ivory decides to read the book about animals first. Alfred opens his eyes by a quarter, he hears a sound. Not wasting time he opens his eyes and sits up. He notices a

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

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