Eyes Closed Rose 소설 & 이야기

Why was she so different? I didn’t like it! “It’s me,” I replied, getting out of the bathroom and going to search for a semi-dry pair of boxers. “Go back to sleep!” Rose was sitting up on the bed, watching me with those big, hauntingly beautiful eyes. So dark they looked obsidian in the spare light. So inviting... I didn’t even realize I’d been staring at her until her eyes met mine. She was trying to cover herself with the sheet, her small body easily lost in all the fabric. She looked like a small nymph, covered in white, mystery, and moonlight...

[Kaden] "Rose!" I called her as I see her walking out, She didn't seem to hear and I forwn calling her again, louder and suddenly my phone rang I look down texting the guy back and asking him to call me back. "Rose" , She looked at me, but she somehow had this weird frown over her face, She seem tired. But we had to take her with us. I wasn't sure who exactly Aiden's men were after. But I couldn't risk him putting his hands on her.

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.

The rose petal of his heart. His thumb rested on her clit when his mouth retreated to look into her eyes. He levelled his face with hers, his heavily-drunk bluish orbs found the mousy greyish ones in a glance. A tear leaked from the corner of her eyelash which was immediately followed by his mouth. He placed a peck near her eyes while closing his own. “My rose,”

She lay still, eyes closed, afraid that if she moved, the calm would break. The bed she lay on was very large with warm, silken sheets. Her fingers curled into them without thinking. She inhaled again. The panic continued to calmed. When she finally opened her eyes, she froze. There was red and black roses everywhere. They climbed the walls from black, floral vases, grew across tables, curled along the edges of the room. Their petals were dark and velvety, almost bruised, as if they had been fed something richer than water.

The moment he opened the room, his eyes watered. The room was decorated with roses. The bed had a heart made of rose petals with A and E written in it. The scented candles were never lightened and were waiting for the arrival of the awaited guests. One of them was God knows where. He could smell her scent mixed with the scent of roses.

I told her and kissed her forehead lovingly I closed my eyes hugging her tightly near my heart. Next morning I woke up before her. She was still sleeping and looking so adorable. She is looking like a baby so calm and peaceful. I have to take care of two babies after our baby will come in to this world. I kissed her forehead then her eyes, nose and lastly on her rose petals like lips. I could not control myself from doing that. Her lips are so addicting it feels so good to kiss them again and again.

As she is distracted, I run a short distance away to shift and then race back with the red Rose bouquet I hid earlier and wait for her to turn around. When she turns, she freezes in shock and I give her a wolfy grin back, the roses held gently in my jaws. ** “Lydia, I have a question for you.” “Okay.” “On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat, to the wolf, with the red roses?” ** Her pupils dilate with lust and her breathing increases, she understands the meaning behind those words. This is my pledge to her, my eternal promise, to be hers for life as she is mine.

I said. “It’s asking us to decide who we want to be before the merge comes for us.” The chamber pulsed. The vessel’s silver eyes opened fully. And destiny inhaled. Clara POV The vessel’s eyes opened. Not flickered. Not flashed. Opened. Two silver irises empty as a moon with no sky fixed directly on us. The chamber fell so silent I could hear Aria’s breathing hitch. Ares stepped instinctively in front of her, golden fury blazing across his shoulders, but even his power couldn’t dim the glow rising from the vessel’s skin.

My heart swells with emotion, for a moment, I forget, The blackmail, contract, and lies we've beset. All I see is love, pure and true, Rose's eyes meet mine, and my heart feels anew. She smiles, and I feel hope arise, Maybe we can make this work, and reach the skies. Claire yawns, sleepy, Rose tucks her in tight, Helen kisses her forehead, "Sleep tight, sweetie, goodnight." Rose turns to me, our eyes meet once more, A connection real, not fabricated, I adore.