Roses Without Thorns Mga Nobela at Kwento

Warning: This book contains, violence, explicit and disturbing scenes- — My seemingly perfect marriage was torn apart on my third wedding anniversary. After getting married to Alpha Hades of the Silvermist pack, my fated mate and the man I vowed to love till eternity. I was met with thorns in my marital home. When I thought our formidable marriage would never sever, my husband's first love returned, and despite being his wife, I couldn't help but feel like a third wheel, caught between the two of them. Now, I want a divorce, but my husband is unyielding and refuses to let me go.

Since day one, Shen has never been so fascinated by the bouquet of red roses and box of chocolates that always appear at the gate of her apartment every evening. Thinking it was just only nearby to her, or someone she knew, she didn't put any attention onto it. Not until a crime happened in Metro whose main suspect is a secret admirer, she became eager to find all the possible answers that may lead to the true identity of her mysterious secret admirer.

A college love story isn't always about roses, perfumes, fiery smooches, parties, and an happy-ever-after ending. At least, not in this situation.Gunshots, brain wrenching pain, hospitals, kidnaps, more gunfire, bright red galling blood and foul repulsive murders are what this love tale entails. And you just might want to reconsider fantasizing your self being wealthy or working towards it, for that just might be the inception of your termination like it was for Harvey Rhett, his beloved, orphans and the businessman, too. But all this didn't just pop out of nowhere, it begun thus...

Amore Intima experienced something that she didn’t imagine. Before she escaped that pit of hell, she was all alone. Not until someone came to save her—Amadeus Donovan. The man takes her in to his abode. But Amore didn’t know that there’s more than just on Amadeus of being her saviour. He’s a mysterious man that is under a dangerous organization. As Amore live under his roof, Amadeus will slowly find himself drowning in some strange emotion. But as he unfolds all the mystery about Amore, will he still be able to accept who she really is? Will the flower of rose blooms to their romance? Or it’ll be the rose’s thorns that will set them apart?

I secretly ordered a delivery of a thousand roses for my wife's birthday, hoping to surprise her. After the delivery was completed, I got a message from the delivery guy. [By the way, I tossed the trash by your door on my way out. Didn't expect you to be so kinky. Good for you, man!] He even sent me a photo. In the picture was an open trash bag stuffed with shredded pantyhose. My mind went completely blank. I was overseas on a business trip. My wife was the only one at home.

“You think you hate me now?” I said, brushing the blood from her mouth with my thumb. “Wait until you start craving me in the dark.” Kyra Ferguson. Daughter of the Alpha who stole everything from me. The female whose blood sings to mine. My prisoner. My mate. My Enemy. She was supposed to suffer then die. I brought her here to ruin her, strip her of pride, dignity, and control. And yet, every time she bares her teeth, I want to taste her defiance. Every time she resists, my body aches to conquer her. She’s fire wrapped in thorns, untamed even in chains. And I hate her for how badly I want her.

Inside the tattoo studio, Seth Jones let his fingertips trace the dip of Rita Searle's waist and move slowly up her spine. With a soft rustle, her dress slipped to her ankles. He stood over her, taking in the blood-red rose inked across her chest. They had been married for three years, and this was the anniversary gift he'd be giving her—999 roses tattooed into her skin. A broken sob scraped up Rita's throat. "Seth, it hurts… Please, stop…" Her tears splashed onto the back of his hand, but he only pressed the needle deeper, dragging it along until angry red welts marked her body. "Victor wanted those damn roses so he could give them to another woman, and that led to Tara falling off that cliff and ending up in a vegetative state. I'm just giving him what he wanted. You should be grateful." Lying on the cold tattoo table, Rita felt the chill spreading through her. Her eyes stung, weighed down by grief churning behind them. "Isn't it enough? You bought out Searle Group, you hung Victor over a cliff, and left him for the vultures. What else do you want from us?" Seth grabbed her by the throat and forced her chin up. "And isn't Tara innocent in all this? Rita, you and Victor destroyed her life. Don't you owe her for that?"

Joy Jones was a seventeen-year-old kind and optimistic girl working in her grandpa's flower shop, but she had a secret. She was suffering from acute lymphoblastic leukaemia and wanted nothing, but to die peacefully. That was until Logan Kellerman, a young man with suicidal tendencies came storming into her life and stole roses from her grandpa's flower shop. Instead of running away with what he came for, he found himself falling deeper and deeper into her as she made his heart skip in delight, for she was, in her own words, a little bit of Joy.

I pick up a bouquet of red roses and read a note attached to it. In neat curly handwriting.... “Congrats my love, I’m proud of you my Queen. And always here to protect you.” No name mention, no need. I know who send this and why... Devil--- It's a story of 'Alice Michaelson, hybrid (werewolf and lycan) blessed with a special gift by moon goddess, powers called Spirit! Soon to be the queen of werewolves and lycans realm.' Wanna join in her fight to escape, the darkness of her past. With her continuous growing hate with her own fate....... And her Fated Mate!

When the lights came on at the end of the graduation party, the spotlight suddenly shifted and froze on a young couple kissing passionately at the back of the auditorium. The young man held up a bouquet of roses and shouted to the crowd, “Sophie, be my girlfriend!” The moment the girl covered her face and nodded, the cheers in the hall nearly lifted the roof. Amid the thunderous applause, my hand trembled around my phone. The screen still showed the message he had sent half an hour earlier. Rowan: [Wait for me. I’ll come to you right away.] After the party, I took off the couple’s bracelet from my wrist and threw it into the gutter, along with four years of love.