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“I’m fine.” Rose tilted her head. “Do you like it?” That small voice sounded soft and hopeful. I exhaled. Then I crouched. Just enough to bring myself to Rose’s height. My gaze dropped to the crooked sun again. “…You made this?” I asked quietly. Rose nodded fast. “Yes! I drew all of us. Look, that’s you in the middle. You’re the biggest because you’re Alpha.” A flicker moved through my chest. Unfairly warm. I reached out and took the cardboard from her small hands.

If there's anything I know about our world, it's that the need to relive your victory is far too great that sometimes the majority toss away common sense just to have the opportunity to gloat. I hope this would be no different. I hope I would be knuckles deep in some bastard's stomach by this time tomorrow. The attendant shakes his head, his entire face covered in sweat as he looks at me and looks away repeatedly. Fucking pussy. Yet, I don't blame him. It isn't everyday one could see a member or even two of The Black Rose without dying afterwards. But then again, it isn't every time one sees a member of The Black Rose in a fucking freezer.

Marlie clenched her hands against the sheets as Zhander stripped himself of clothes. He’d never done it before…the other times they’d done this, Marlie was the only person naked. But now that Zhander’s chest was bare, she couldn’t help but acquaint her eyes. There was a wolf howling towards a broken moon drawn beautifully on his chest, and these four letters were written beneath it… R. O. S. A. It was that name again…the one that now lived in her head; Rosa…

She looked ruined. And she couldn’t stop. The next morning she returned to the tattoo shop once again. The old artist didn’t even ask questions this time. She simply nodded and prepared her station. “The heart piece,” Aria said, voice husky. “I want something that ties them all together.” The artist chose a stunning, dark design — a blooming obsidian rose with thorny vines that would sit right above her heart, with tendrils reaching toward her breasts and down toward her pussy like living roots.

My lungs burned, my legs screamed, but I didn’t care, adrenaline kept me moving faster, my heart hammering in my chest. Yoooo… you’re probably wondering who this bitch is. “Yeah, that’s me. Rose David.” But… no. That’s not really me. I’m Blaire. Rose is just a weak-ass body I’m borrowing, face and all. But we’re nothing alike totally, completely different, i don’t get caught like that, I don’t get pushed around, I don’t let anyone touch me unless I want them to. “And yeah… this is how it all started with that bitch,Rose”

(hearts) And, just wait for the next chapter.. It seems our Rose wasn't lying, and now she's on a roll!!!!

He felt like pushing his fingers into Sebastian's jet-black hair. Sebastian was aware of Dante's stare but he pretended to be oblivious of it. As a matter of fact, he was enjoying it. Sebastian thought the drive was too silent so he brought up a conversation. "Who is Rachel?" "Huh?" Sebastian turned to Dante and asked again, "who is she? Rachel. You kept repeating her name in your sleep. You...you even cried." "Oh" "So...is she your girlfriend?" Dante raised his brow. "Girlfriend?"

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—’

I аѕkеd, ореnіng mу eyes. Rоѕе hаd her hair рullеd bасk іn a nісе ponytail аnd wаѕ wеаrіng mу red flannel shirt. It wаѕ much to large for hеr, fіttіng mоrе like аn оvеrѕіzе robe, and fаllіng to hеr knees. Rоѕе'ѕ mеntаl bоnd оvеr mе. Shе lауіng hеr сlаіm оn mе, very intuitive on Rose's раrt, аnd it worked. Rоѕе looked lоvеlу standing thеrе.

“Come on, man. Rosa’s looking hot tonight. She keeps smiling at you, and you’ve only got eyes for your beer.” Rome looked over at Rosa. She was hot. Long, red hair, and legs that never ended. She was definitely someone he’d be interested in getting to know better--if it weren’t for that phone call earlier. All he could think about was Ella. He’d even looked around the club, wondering if any of these girls could be her. But none of them looked like the picture he had of her in his mind. Dark hair, wide eyes, a beautiful smile…. No, he had a feeling his Ella wasn’t here tonight. “You should at least get up and dance,” Bart said, nudging him with his shoulder. “I need a wingman.”