Romans & histoires Destiny Rose

He was the only one that was wearing black, other in that room and those at the door from the restaurant were wearing pure white uniforms. The man was their boss and his name was BLACK MAN. He was a notorious adding criminal in US and it was only Buniyaminu's stepmother that he was working for but also uses to work as an hire assassin for other people and doing this for people not know that she was the one that he was working for.

Elodie Jax Turner, lead guitarist of Dionysus Rising: the biggest rock band in the world, loved me. I had heard the words, seen his lips form them, but it still didn’t quite compute in my head. Not even the ring he slipped into my palm seemed real. Even when I could see it nestling there — a thick, hammered band of silver. I couldn’t help myself, I kept staring down at it. If I’d had a hand free, I would have pinched myself.

“Do you have a choice in being the King? Of ruling over the council? Can you take off your disguise right here, right now, and announce your identity without fear of being swarmed by everyone at the park?” He was right…I didn’t have a choice. But I was different…and maybe, so was he. “I was born with a purpose, Kaleb.” I told him. “I was born to be the King. It’s not just my only choice, it’s my destiny.” “And I might not know what my destiny is or where my fate would lead me, but I know my purpose.” He told me just as seriously, never breaking eye contact. “I have a sister and she is terminally ill. I have to save her…if you are willing to help.”

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.

the music still was playing, and I thought dreamily that now, finally, Matt and I had our song. Jamie ran over with a bottle of the champagne we were drinking and a beautiful rose. "Congratulations, with the compliments of La Vie en Rose." You make a perfect couple. “Thank you,” I replied, taking the flower. Then, with a smile for Matt, who put his bottle of wine under my arm, I added — I think so. "You could honeymoon at the Diamond Star," she said. Matt's eyes gleamed, my smile widened, then we both exploded in guffaws.

KYLE RYLE DIONNE The President of the popular paranormal club the Blood +, tag by his title name as the ‘Black Rose Knight’, and one of the Academy’s seven popular students, ‘The Knight of the Seven Roses’. His standing as the rank 3 in the entire prestigious and international school of Royal Knights Academy marked him with the shadowed black stallion knight horse named Zero.

Alveric Valentine (P.O.V.) As I ended the call with Dimitri, I looked down at the piece of paper in my hand that I tore out from the book. The prophecy was coming to pass just as predicted and it is not as Dimitri thinks it is. He is a part of the prophecy, and he is not on the good side of things. I do not know if his ill intentions have already been sought out, but I had to ensure that he was kept out of the loop about what the prophecy said about him.

The ceiling was artificially made and decorated with hanging lamps and flowers and at one side an orchestra was playing some romantic music! At the other end on a long table the event management team was busy preparing for the huge elaborate and sumptuous buffet that would be laid at night! Adrian stood at the stage with his 6 feet tall, sturdy and well exercised figure. He was wearing a purple colour suit which was a much deeper shade that almost resembled black but still looked different and was of a smooth shiny material! The suit fitted him quite well since it was custom made and with his every movement the flexing and relaxing of his biceps was visible. His chestnut colour hair was trim

Our apartment is just next to the road so it's not hard spotting an already full bus to town, I walk faster so that I don't miss the chance but as I'm about to cross the road a car passes by and the driver kind of wanted to avoid a pothole on the road when he accidentally crushes into another pothole full of dirty water and it splashes on my clothes. "You psychopath,son of a bitch,how dare you splash dirty water on my favorite pair of pants", I scream at him. The guy I seem is in his late twenties, is busy staring at me,he's an epitome of beauty. He's in a pair of grey suits,and the type of car he's driving speaks money to any sane person, he's rich as fuck .I secretly stare at him without

He grabbed the back of my head and had a fist full of my hair that he was pulled while he thrusted into me, " That's it baby cum for me. You are all mine. " His pace picked up and he was hitting my gstop. My orgasim was just starting to clam down and it was building again. " God Trevor!" I pulled him closer to me as I exploded with pleasure and he cam inside me. " Fuck Celeste " he yelled He moved onto his side and pulled me close to him. He leaned in to kiss me. " Damn I need a cigeratte after that." Steph was yelling through the door.