Kiss From A Rose Novel Novels & Stories

I was deeply involved with every action he made, as my eyes were following him every time we were in the same place. A minute later, he came back to the bench, and in his hand was a sleepy red rose, still keeping her velvet petals closed. I bit my bottom lip at his gesture when he offered it to me. “I just remembered there are some bushes nearby. I know you like the red color, so…” he said, creating a fire within me. “Thank you!” I said and picked up the flower, leaving our fingers to touch, electrifying my whole being. He fell on his knees to gaze into my eyes, staring into my soul. Then, he kissed me passionately again before taking his place next to me on the bench.

“What is it?” “It's just that, I know how to handle pack wolves, but 'The Red Rose' adds another unknown element, it makes me a little uneasy.” “The red rose? Why?” “Because she is planning on staying around here for a while.” "But you told her to leave." “Hmm, yes I did but she refused to listen. Also, the way she dropped from the trees, to stop a wolf attacking me from behind, was a shock and tells me, she is better than her reputation implies."

“You sure? I could be a very different person than the one you think you know. How do you know that I'm not a terrible person?” “Because of this.” I leaned down and kissed him. His lips were soft and tender, and full of desire. There was strength and sweetness. It was all about emotion and the gut reaction his kiss gave me every time. I didn't care if this was a fling or real. Everything a girl could ever want in a kiss was in his lips. “When you kiss me, I know all I need to.”

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

I say, sobbing again, “Just like you killed him, you might as well kill me.” “I'd kill me before I'd point a gun in your direction.” He holds my chin and lifts my face, his lips press against mine, starting a quiet and slow kiss, I feel his hands on my waist caressing me with the tips of his fingers. His tongue caresses my lips, soon the passage, the tears dry and I hug him, comforting me with his kiss, different from all the others he has ever given me. He ends the kiss with a little kiss. “You need to rest,” he picks me up off the floor carrying me bride-style, I can't resist, I'm too tired.

As Rose gave her hand to Liam he pulled her in the quilt and kissed on the cheeks. Rose was red and out from her face. When the ghostly voice came through "don't look down. Flow with my fingers." "Why? Why are you doing this to me?" Rose cried out in that wild venomous feeling of hard broad fingers. "Because you are beautiful." Liam's hand slided into the buttons of the night dress of Rose's as she bit her lip and looked into the gentle eyes of Liams. As Rose kissed him on the nose almost on the lips but she broke her way when she felt that their was a ticklish laugh on his face.

A second mark followed, lighter but still intentional, before he finally pulled back completely. “…Don’t tease me like that,” he said quietly. Rose touched her neck slowly, then looked at him. “…You’re possessive.” Alex did not deny it. After a moment, Rose exhaled. “…You’re my first kiss.” At least in this life. She couldn't tell him she had experienced it all because she was a reborn soul. Besides, her intimate relationship with Henry in her previous life wasn't much. Alex paused. For the first time, his expression shifted ever so slightly. “So I'm your first kiss?" He asked.

"I am allergic to rose oil! Dad knows about it! And Avril was the one who told the maids to smother my bed in rose oil! Dad was the one who found out about it…" Layla exclaimed, crying pitifully as she nursed her stinging cheek. "You're still trying to lie about it!" Eric roared, suddenly stepping forward and grabbing her by her collar. He tightened his hold on her, lifting her up. And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground.

The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly. His gaze was full of her. He smiled and pointed to the flowerpot she had just placed nearby. Half teasing, he said, “Then Cecilia is a red rose. Delicate and thorny. Only I can afford to take care of you.” Cecilia turned and looked at the roses Lucas had placed in the room that morning. And tears streamed silently down her face.

If only he could just have a taste of those cherry blossom lips, or caress that smooth, tender skin. He snapped out his lustful delusions; keeping this little rabbit safe was his only task. Nothing else mattered, not even his piqued member. He sighed, his sparkling blue eyes now settled on Alan's lips, slowly muttering something. Curious, he leaned down to listen, but was snatched down by his collar - crashing lips first into Alan. Alan's hot tongue invaded Zeke's mouth, both wrestling in a passionate kiss. After a while, Alan let go, his breathing weak and almost labored.