He Who Wants A Rose Must Respect The Thorn Mga Nobela at Kwento

From the center of the chamber, a rose emerged, its petals a deep crimson but surrounded by the sharpest of thorns. Elder Aria approached it cautiously, "This is the Thorned Rose of Meranthia. Legend speaks of it, a symbol of love that endures. One of you must prove your commitment, your willingness to endure pain for love." Seraphina hesitated, her thoughts racing. She remembered the times Altair had stood by her, the trust they had built. Without a word, she stepped forward, reaching for the rose. As her fingers brushed against the thorns, drops of blood appeared, but she held on, her gaze unwavering.

He doesn't care all he wants to know is what happened to her, that hidden pain she hid in her eyes he would love for her to open up to him. He arrived on the stable ground with a rose in his hand as he approached her, Aurora is more like the rose in his hands. It's a deceptively soft and beautiful plant that sported sharp thorns along its stem. Not just any thorn, but sharp thorns that pierces, but still those thorns did not make her any less appealing to him. For reasons he couldn’t comprehend, they only made him want to delve deeper, to peel back her layers and see what he might uncover.

I didn't speak and just poured another whiskey into my glass. "You know, a woman's heart is like a rose. If you try to touch it carelessly, you'll get pricked by its thorns. But if you take a look at it first and you realize that there are thorns, then you'll hold it more carefully. It would die if you don't take care of it but grows beautifully if you do. What I am saying is that, if you really want her, then take care of her. You won't know, maybe someone else is waiting for his turn to pick that rose. And if that happens, you'll never know how beautiful that rose must have been if only you took care of her."

She asks him curiously making Damien rake his brain for some reason. She don't get a reply for a few moments, even though she knew that he had heard her because she felt him stiffen beside her when had asked him the question. "It was my mother's favourite flower and she used to say that a rose is just not a flower, the main thing that kept people from ruining its beauty was the thorns that it carried, just like a protective wall around itself. She used to say it was how a pack worked, there were the pack mates, infants, elders who represented the flower, meanwhile the Alpha and Luna were the thorns protecting the flower." he replies after a few minutes; it wasn't a lie but it wasn't the full

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’

They're never placed on detention or penalized for this though, which is not unexpected given that they are the children of the society's cream de la creme. Ella hated their guts much more than I did. Alexa clicked her fingers to try to grab our attention when they came to a halt at our table. When we looked up, she smirked and said, "We're taking this table." "And it's obviously taken Alexa, find another table," Ella responded, resuming the movie she paused to respond. Alexa snapped, "Uh, I'm not blind, Ella dear, I expect you to vacate it immediately" using her usual condescending tone. Her minions stood, watching the exchange and awaiting their turn to speak.

Allison was unable to deny the fact that it hurt her feelings to hear someone else speak in such a way about the person who she loved. But the way Elora was looking at those flowers, she could not say that she looked pleased. "Do you know why roses have thorns?" Elora asked her. She glanced at the roses and asked, "Why?" "Thorns are there to protect the flower so that no one can harm it. But people do what they desire. They cut off the thorns first and lastly rip the roses from the tree. Because without thorns, they are vulnerable and easy to catch." Allison was blown away by her point of view. She was certain that Elora was an extraordinary woman without a shadow of a doubt.

I can't. Just like that, I lean in to fully meet her lips but from the kiss, it's far from love. Too far. Love can only be explained and showed with Rose—while I express hatred and disgust with this bitch. I'm only using her for my own satisfaction; she gave me the rights.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

She twisted the thin stem to pluck it but a sharp thorn prickled in hee finger. "Ouch."Shw winced and sucked her finger to ease the pain. "It hurts?"I asked her. "Are you serious Evy?Of coarse it prickled deep."She threw her hand in the air. "Love is like this rose which you tried to get but could not notice the cluster of sharp thorns under it's glory.Loving Asher is not my choice but I do eventually and the fact can't be neglected that his life is poles apart from mine.He is untamed or if I try to tie his leash in my love,it will suffocate me to death because his free soul try to unchain itself from the prison of my love."I smiled sadly on my fate.