Eyes Closed Rose Novels & Stories

Rose closed her eyes with a flushed face as He discharged all over her front, her boobs. Her harsh breathing matched his. In the pin-drop silence, she could only hear his rugged breathing and her own wild heartbeat. He stayed true to his words. She really was his Kiska! She opened her eyes only to look deep into his dilated gaze. The intensity and crazy, thrilling look in his orbs was unbearable for Rose and she teared up. She averted her eyes but stayed there on the floor, on her knees for his next order.

I quickly grabbed it, opened it, and looked at it's contents. The first thing I saw was a picture of Alex and her ex, Mason. It looked like they were dressed for graduation. She had the most beautiful smile on her face, with a blood red dress on. She had her arm around Mason, but his eyes were focused on something other than the camera. I felt my blood start to boil remembering what he had done to her. There was alot of things in there. More photos, small gifts, etc. I started putting everything back when a small cumpled up note fell to the ground. I placed everything into the dresser, and read the note.

Rose close her eyes and shake as no. Aaron looked at Rose's face. She is not radiant as she was a few months earlier, Her eyes are closed but her long lashes are trembling. Under her eyes, there are dark spots. -Maybe because she is taking care of Aiden- Her is biting her lower lips. Aaron knows this is not to his taste. If you ask him a year ago he will say he definitely not going to marry this type of girl. But look at it The person standing in front of him is his wife, the mother of his child, And for him most beautiful woman. He thinks that he goes crazy saying the messy-looking Rose is beautiful but he finds her beautiful.

“And this is the part where I rub rose petals over your skin, right?” “I think we’re fresh out of rose petals.” “Close your eyes.” She loosened her hair from the clip holding it in place at the back of her head. He closed his eyes. She leaned over him and trailed her long, thick hair over his belly. “Imagine this is rose petals.” “I like knowing what it really is better. Wrap it around my cock.”

I sat up, rubbing my throbbing temples, and walked to the window, pulling aside the heavy velvet curtains. Outside, a blizzard raged, blanketing the world in a chaotic swirl of white. And in that whiteness stood a solitary black figure. Daemon was wearing a thin black cashmere coat, completely covered in snow. A layer of frost coated his hair and eyebrows. He stood there, rigid, his gaze locked on the faint light of my bedroom window. I sighed, opened a black umbrella, and walked out into the swirling snow. The moment Daemon saw me, his lips already purple from the cold, he spoke with desperate haste.

She beamed and said, “yes, I have talked to dad and he wants us to get married in the span of one month at most.” Rudra nodded and muttered, “fine, now please leave me alone. And for God’s sake, you are chief doctor and do some work.” Kiara moved out of the cabin and her minions instantly joined her tailing behind her. Rudra heaved a deep breath to control his anger that want to escape... he slumped in his chair and held his head in his hands. His gaze fell on the two frames on his table. One of his family with his three lovely angels and his father. His mother; Gayatri, his sister; Sanjana, and his grandmother. His lips curved into a small smile seeing them all smiling. But them his gaze fe

I know that seems like a lot, but with about four thousand in the pack, that is small. Rose dresses in slim cut dark heather grey slacks with comfy flats and a silk baby blue boat necked blouse tucked into the front of her pants. She keeps her mark on full display by pulling her soft straight hair into a high stylish ponytail, adds a simple winged eyeliner with mascara on her eyes and nudish pink lip gloss to her plump lips.

Was I seeing things? I jolted back to reality when the assistant tapped my shoulder and motioned for me to move closer. That was when I realized—I was already standing two steps away from him. He, on the other hand, was standing too close for comfort. I sneered inwardly, pretending not to notice the way my pulse quickened. My chest fluttered, and my words nearly slurred as I looked up to meet his gaze. Oh boy… he was even more breathtaking up close. I got lost in the way his long lashes furrowed whenever he looked at me, the subtle flutter of his eyelids when he blinked. Gosh, he was dangerously attractive.

At the end of the hall, a door sat slightly ajar. I pushed it open… and froze. The room was filled with portraits of me. Me dancing on stage. Me reading quietly in the library. Me sitting alone on a park bench, lost in thought. Every angle of me, every moment… Jordan had captured in painstaking detail. I stepped closer to one painting. That was seventeen-year-old me in mid-dance, skirt flying, laughter radiant. In the corner, there was a line of tiny words that read: My rose has finally come to me.

Alex turned around and saw her shy state, red cheeks, and closed eyes by his delightful sight. "Sometimes before you were enjoying it, then why did you close your eyes at the sight of my little friend." "Shut up, you....." "Pervert." Alex completes her word. "I know that you call me by this name a million times in a day, but actually you live my pervert side." Alex said near her ear and kissed her cheek. Rose felt his presence best for him and opened her one eye first and encountered the sight of Alex, who was already dressed on.