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I thank God the dress is braless because when I notice her perky dusty rose nipples calling out to me, I don't waste time. "Crescent." she moans lowly. That is a switch to something so carnal deep within me. I ravage her nipples and breasts like a starved man. Satisfied by my work on her breasts, I trace a finger down her torso while I kiss her. I am not surprised to find her wet and ready.

I ask, and it’s all the invitation and the go-ahead Evin needs. “Painted by Alina Anna Volkova. It’s one of the best works in Magical Realism during the early 17th century. Although one would argue it’s more towards Naturalism as the subject matter—“ “Evin, English please.” She grins, but doesn’t look at me. “You’re already aware of werewolf folklore and legends. But that’s Luna, the moon goddess and the first mated werewolf. Of course art holds an infinite amount of meanings, but the predominant theme behind this particular piece is the beauty of a mate.” Evin sighs, “Whatever that is.” She mutters under her breath then shrugs and continues; “If you look closely, the pattern on her wedding

“You've got the wrong one. The name's Winter. Who are you and have you been trapped in here this whole time?” Scarlett had her mouth open to speak but the words weren't forthcoming at first. "Wait, you're the face in the painting," Winter said, studying her features, her eyes narrowed at the discovery. "What painting?" Scarlett asked innocently. "The La Reina." Winter's eyes still ran around her face and indeed like the world usually acclaimed, Vinci had been a photorealistic genius. To have depicted those blue eyes exactly as they were in reality — whatever reality this was. Scarlett had no idea of this famous painting as it was done a decade after her untimely death that had been due to po

Rashmi said with a wink and that made her more angry " yeah what to do MY HUSBAND is so much handsome that he attracts attention more than he should. He is like the rose in the garden. Everyone can admire him but only one can have him and that is me. So you see I have to stick around with my husband to save him from hungry bitches like you." She wanted to say this on her face but did not as she Is Shayari's best friend she does not want to insult Rashmi and hurt Shayari indirectly.

I huff quietly and do my best to ignore his leering eyes as he pushes the dazed woman away from him and licks the remaining blood from his lips. “Rosalyn is it? Don’t be shy and come stand beside your master,” Matthias says to me as he places his glass on a brown coaster on the coffee table. The way he calls Paul my master makes my skin prickle. Paul fists his hands but looks to me and nods for me to come stand beside him. My legs feel shaky as I step closer, keeping my head to the floor and hoping we won’t be here long. “Lift your head and look at me, Rosalyn. It’s rude not to look at someone when they speak to you,” Matthias demands calmly and I don’t like where this is going.

… When the delivery person brought the flowers, they shouted, "I'm here for Alice! Your roses are here!" Alice raised her head high and jogged toward the delivery person. "That's me!" She took the large bouquet of roses from the delivery person and sniffed at it deeply to show off. "It smells so nice." Her coworkers gathered around. "Who sent them?" "My good friend, Aralyn!" Joanna also saw the flowers in Alice's hands—they were much larger and obviously much more expensive than hers. She grumbled, "It's not even from a man. Why are you so proud of it?"

“Friends and families discount.” Ollie paid the florist and then put the box of lilies inside his backpack before he plucked a single red rose from one of the shelves to his left. “Here.” He placed the rose in my hand. “It matches your hair.” Then Ollie turned around and walked toward the door without waiting for me while I stood there with my cheeks turning the same shade of red as the rose in my hand.

It’s him! “What have you brought here? Explain yourselves or die.” “Sir, we present you the Red Rose. The huntress you have wanted dead for many years. She came here today, in the guise of a prisoner, with the intention to kill you. We convinced her that we would work for her, knowing that it would allow us to bring her to you, unaware of the danger she would be in. She is at your mercy, to do with as you wish Sir. She also has another identity; this woman is the new Luna of the Blue Flame pack.”

Rosaline POV: I awoke blind folded, both of my wrists were chained, I had a collar around my neck that was also chained. I was standing up and I dropped my head, as I felt tears burning in my eyes. No Rosaline, don't cry, don't let them get that pleasure of seeing you cry. I thought to myself. I don't know what happened. I was in my cellar laying down in pain, the gash that was on my cheek was throbbing and didn't want to heal so I laid down to try and get some sleep. And then I heard my door open, and I saw one of the omega's and then everything went dark.

Something so ugly and uncomfortable. “There is a rose in the middle of the chaos,” Sia said, her voice soft but piercing as she looked at the painting again. “Do you know what it symbolizes?” “Beauty?” he ventured cautiously. Sia turned to him with a small, knowing smile. “Close. It is love. The artist created a scenario where love is akin to war—devastating, all-consuming, and yet strangely beautiful. The rose is a symbol of love that stands amidst the destruction, all alone, left to bear the consequences.”