He Who Wants A Rose Must Respect The Thorn Novels & Stories

“Tell me, Alyssa… are you seducing me—” his finger brushed the stem of the black rose, “—or killing me?” Alyssa leaned in, her lips almost touching his ear. “Why not both?” The rose fell between them, petals soft—thorns sharp. And the war officially began.

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

"A woman who can put down roots in a place that eats people alive and still bloom? That's true strength. A thorny rose." "The delicate flowers in a greenhouse, no matter how beautiful, can't compare to a single cactus out here." He spoke quickly, as if pouring out words he had been holding back for a long time. "I like thorns. They're tough, they're resilient, and they bite back." Realizing what he'd just said, a blush spread across Jasper's usually shameless face. But this time, he didn't look away. Instead, he straightened his back and took a step forward. "So, Ava, give me a chance. Let me run wild with you in this desert. Killing, arson, whatever you want, I'm with you all the way."

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

Cyrill placed it into her palm and enclosed it with her fingers so she may have a tight grip in it. But she didn’t tighten her grip. A rose is still a rose. Despite its crimson beauty, it still has spiky thorns along the stem. “Think of the rose as you. And winter is the sadness. The longer you are exposed to winter, the faster you wither. Just like you.” He touched Rozelyn’s lips with his still-frigid thumb. “If you don’t like to wilt away, then you must let sunshine enter your life. So that at least, you will have a bit of happiness and light to thaw the sadness in your heart.”

Turning around I see Cronus smiling softly at me. "What seeds are they this time?" He asks tilting his head to the side. "Rose seeds. It's has become my favourite flower. It reminds me of someone." I say smiling fondly at the place I planted the seeds. "And how does it do so?" Cronus asks me gently. "You might think it's ridiculous," I tell him embarrassed. "No, I will not. Tell me, Luna." Cronus encourages me with a soft smile. "Roses have thorns, where you bleed if you don't hold them carefully. But go beyond the thorns you will find the most beautiful flower in the world. It's really soft on the inside." I tell him softly.

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you want to go home and pick up some stuff?” “I won’t have any clothes if not.” “I can take you shopping in the morning to get anything you need.” “What about to sleep in tonight?” “I can lend you a shirt,” his wicked smile was back. “Oh really, What’s with the wicked smile Mr. Thorn?” “Just imagining you in one of my shirts.” “Ok. Take me to yours.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. The longer I let the dust settle the better to be honest.”

The tranquil setting of an evening gradually came into view before his eyes as the time passed. Every day, he takes in the splendor of the setting that he fashioned. But honestly, he always felt that this scene had nothing special to hold his mind. Perhaps, he was longing for the figure of the owner of this place, not the beauty of the scene. As he stretched his hand out in front of him, a flower suddenly dislodged itself from the branch and flew into his hand. This rose, which is a red velvet rose, is stunning. There is nothing that can be done to improve the shade of red that appears on these petals; they have reached their full potential. It is beautiful, fragile, yet thorny; this beauty

Lifting his hand, he placed it over that glass window and pressed his forehead against it in complete defeat, so that his children could win in that battle of life and death. …………. Countless red roses were blooming around him. The steps he had been taking, they were taking him somewhere where he didn't even know what was the destination. He was just walking when suddenly he felt a winching underneath his feet. Taking his gaze down, he found that he had stepped on a rose which had a sharp thorn. Lifting his feet a bit and lowering his upper body, he tried to take that thorn out of his feet but before he could do that, he saw a pair of hands touching his feet and taking out that thorn from his

I said, but it almost seemed like Perrin heard the complete opposite of what I said. "Stop Alpha Perrin." "I've told you. Call me Perrin, disobeying the Alpha is punishable by death," He threatened, causing me to swallow hard before letting out a low growl. "I'm sorry..." I said. There was no more need for me to protest because Perrin already plucked the rose. Just like I suspected, there were so many thorns on the body of the thorns but I couldn't say anything contradicting his actions. "Look how pretty the rose is. It's beautiful yet dangerous and that's the feeling I get from you," Perrin said, taking the flower to his rose to have a scent.