Little Briar Rose Story Novels & Stories

Her body accepted his nearness as something that belonged. Briar noticed, of course. She noticed everything. But she said nothing, content to walk between them, laughter easy, presence warm. As they drew closer to Astarte, her excitement grew brighter, more visible, though it was threaded now with something quieter — a tightening behind her smile, a hesitation that surfaced when she thought neither of them were watching. One evening, as the hills began to rise and the air sharpened, Briar broke the silence. “When we reach the city,” she said lightly, “things are going to get… complicated.”

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

Briar’s POV “Briar….” Adrian whispered, staggering backwards a little with a flash of hurt in his eyes. I kissed my teeth, combing my hair with my fingers as I turned around a bit before looking back at him. His face seemed to have lost a bit of its color. His pretense only made me disgusted.

Leela watched as Caspian tackled Briar into a pile of fallen leaves, their tiny limbs flailing as Sarah and Toby, the newly bonded pair, exchanged glances that screamed we are so not ready for this. Sarah, ever the pragmatist, scooped Briar up before she could shove a fistful of dirt into her mouth, while Toby—bless him—attempted to reason with Caspian about the merits of not eating worms. "They’re friends," he tried, but then the toddler triumphantly popped another squirming victim between his teeth.

Even though Mason did all of this, his parents still loved me like their own. Wyatt came up to the bed, and motioned me to scoot over. I did as he asked, and again laid my head on his chest after he sat down. He started rubbing small circles on my back. I couldn't help but smile. "Love, I want to talk about something." Wyatt said in a low voice. My heart started racing, was he going to reject me? Was I really not good enough for any of my mates? I guess Wyatt noticed the increase in my heart rate, stupid heart monitor. He gently picked me up and made me face him. Looking at him and the thought of him rejecting me made me start to tear up. "Why are you crying?" He asked. I just shook my head

Our love story began on the road, and so it seems it does end on the same road. Years passed by, just like every living creature in this world that wasn't cursed by the Blood Rose, he died. I looked for his body after he died. But, it seems he was burned into ashes. I wasn’t able to keep our promises—that we will be buried next to each other. How am I going to be buried when I was the one buried into regret, to frustration? I am now immortal and perhaps the only thing that could bury me six feet below the ground is when I find a way to terminate my lifetime contract to the Blood Rose.

While in other schools, the first week of resumption was for students to catch up on everything that missed during the break, circulate the latest gists and rumours, flaunt the new gears and wears they got over the breaks and also participate in cleaning the school environment, In Brixden, the orientation was an old tradition and the first week of resumption was always packed with lots of activities ranging from commissioning of new projects by the alumni association to sorting of class schedules. My mother had come with me on the first day as required to meet with some of my teachers, the guidance counselor and to make sure I settled in well. I'd immediately gone to take a quick scan throug

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

I want to tell her the stories about my adventure in my first mission together with Shiloh and Ahira. I cut the end of the rose stem and after that I put it in a pot. I put the roses in a flower base as I put it on the mini table beside my bed. It is really beautiful. After that , I decided to go to Shilohs room. I will ask how I can get the approval of the council. I knocked for almost three times and after that I opened the door. I found him cutting the leaves that looked like they were drying. I called him to get his attention and I didn't bother to say anything as I directly asked him about the

God I sure hope so. The sound of a door opening draws my attention and as I turn, I see Vanessa walking slowly up the stairs, her shoulders hunched. She is trying so hard to be brave, but this whole situation is tearing her up inside. But I needed to go code black to see what snakes appeared in the grass. The situation at The Briar, the explosion and fire, were just too coincidental to not be an inside job.