Eyes Closed Rose Novels & Stories

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

Rose woke up to the scent of exotic plants. She looked around her room to be surrounded by beautiful roses. Each petal decorated around the room from the door to the window to the walls and pillars of the hospital room. Her eyes were stunned and she blinked before her eyes went to the door that suddenly opened.

___________________________________________________________________________ Rosemary’s POV My eyes irritatedly flutters opens – which was a big mistake indeed. Instantly I shut them as bright sun rays pierce my line of vision. Once again , I try to open my eyes ever so slowly – allowing a bit of sunlight in at a time. When my eyes have become used to the suns light , I take in my surroundings. A wave of comfort washes over me as I see the familiar décor of my suite. I exhale a breath that I had been holding , and I feel my muscles unclench and relax. I find myself cuddling deeper into the soft mattress beneath me and folding the duvet tighter closer to me. I let my tired eyelids gently close

Yes but I didn't see anything. "And what about now?" He immediately closed his eyes. That was the moment Mr. Evidence realized that Rose was in the pink new bra he bought for her and with a towel wrapped around her waist, almost falling to the ground. "Will you deny it now that you haven't seen anything?" "My eyes are still closed." He said. "But you saw something." "The bra looks nice on you but trust me, that was the only thing I saw." "Better. With your eyes closed, just turn to the direction you were."

She could tell the sun was high and bright in the sky because the room was illuminated in a soft glow, lighting up the room, sunlight covered the end of the bed as if reaching for them. If Rose stared for too long she felt as if her eyes burned for some reason. She wasn't thinking much, it was a rare moment where her mind was blank, and she went on instinct. She inhaled slowly and closed her eyes as the scent of pure male and the scent of a unique wood filled her mind.

Just present, one by one and in small groups, filling the edges of the garden and the approach beyond the gate with the quiet attention of wolves who understood that something they had been part of without fully knowing it had just reached the thing it had been reaching toward. The rose was — I don't have a word that does it properly. Dark red, fully open, the kind of colour that looks like it came from somewhere deeper than the surface. Three of them. All three buds open now, the smaller two having caught up to the original in the last day. They caught the afternoon light and held it the way some things hold light — not reflecting it back unchanged but doing something to it, making it more

They came next. The scent of so many roses that it almost made her eyes water…her closed eyes. Rain opened them and then let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. It wasn’t too bright but the curtains were drawn, almost like the sun was just setting and the moon was getting ready to rise. Memories of what happened before the darkness consumed her flitted through her mind.

All I could see when I closed my eyes was Chloe. I saw her working her tongue in my pussy, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and hunger. I could still feel myself twitching at the memory. Honestly, that girl is gifted. I almost feel bad for threatening to tell her mother about her little bathroom escapades. Emphasis on almost. After my shower, I stepped out and caught my reflection in the steamed-up mirror. I looked flushed, my nipples still peaking. I opened my nightstand drawer and took out my precious little rose. I didn't even bother with a robe. I slid it deep into my needy pussy, a low groan escaping my lips as the silicone petals met my heat.

Kevin demanded and slowly guided her to the front table, holding her shoulders. "Close your eyes, kitten, I've something very special for you," he whispered softly in her ear. Rose was hesitant at first but complied as he demanded. Her heart raced with his warm breath against her neck. He placed a small, rectangular velvet box in her hand, guiding her fingers to grip it securely. "Open your eyes," He urged, making Rose open her eyes slowly, anticipating a necklace or any piece of jewellery as usual, but as she flicked the cover, what she saw was totally incomprehensible to her.

"I’m a healer in training. I’ll stay right here with you. Rivka is helping, too. We’re working on these bruises so you can heal fast, okay?" I let out a long yawn, my throat tight. "Sure..." I mumbled. I couldn't tell if it was noon or midnight in this windowless room. The only thing bright was a vase of roses on the nightstand. They were incredible—petals swirled with every color of the rainbow, looking like wet paint. "They’re beautiful," I whispered. Rue smiled. "Rainbow roses from our garden. Want to hear the card?" She didn't wait for an answer. She plucked the note and read it with a little laugh.