Roses Without Thorns Novels & Stories

That same electric hum. Her body remembered something her mind did not. She closed the box gently. And then—the knock. Three soft taps. No one knocked at her door. Her robe fell closed without her telling it to. She rose slowly, like something being summoned, and crossed the room in silence. When she opened it, the hallway beyond was empty. Only the faintest wisp of smoke hung in the air. And a single red rose lay on her doorstep. Its stem was black with thorns. Jasmine bent, picked it up, and didn’t flinch when a thorn bit her thumb.

“I know but there are some lies that are necessary, especially when you promise someone else to maintain them.” “What lies?” This time Paul heard the anger in my voice. “Rose, the man that attacked you, what do you remember about him?” Paul pressed like this had everything to do with what he wanted to tell me. The memory was blurry as I tried to put the pieces together. “I don’t know… he was fast, really fucking fast. And his teeth— No, I was so frightened I imagined most of it.” “Rose,” Ivan touched my hand and my eyes flew open. I hadn’t even realised I’d closed them so tightly. “Just tell us even if it sounds crazy.”

He raised his head to look at her, like he was surprised to see her there. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She’d asked as she tried to pry open his fist. He’d let her, opened it up easily and let her take the rose from his now bloody palm, the flower fell to the floor. “Shit!” She exclaimed as pulled up the hem of her oversized t-shirt and proceeded to clean the blood from his palm. “Are you insane?” she whipped her head up to look at him “Why would you hold a rose that way, didn’t you ever learn that you have to avoid the thorns?”

He doesn't care all he wants to know is what happened to her, that hidden pain she hid in her eyes he would love for her to open up to him. He arrived on the stable ground with a rose in his hand as he approached her, Aurora is more like the rose in his hands. It's a deceptively soft and beautiful plant that sported sharp thorns along its stem. Not just any thorn, but sharp thorns that pierces, but still those thorns did not make her any less appealing to him. For reasons he couldn’t comprehend, they only made him want to delve deeper, to peel back her layers and see what he might uncover.

Your rosa has learned exactly where to plant her thorns. And they’re already blooming inside your heart.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have.” Chris’s eyes widened in alarm. I stifled a laugh, quickly pressing my fingers over my lips and looking away. “Uh… Yes,” Chris said slowly, shooting me a sidelong glance. “I hope you like… roses.” “Of course I do.” She brought the flower to her nose and inhaled deeply—but then gasped sharply as one of the thorns pricked her index finger, a single crimson bead of blood welling up against her pale skin. The rose slipped from her grasp, fluttering to the ground between us.

Cecilia rose to her feet. Her usual cool and aloof demeanor showed, but her eyes betrayed a hint of defiant tears. She snatched the lemon juice from Holly's arms, ready to down it in one go. Luke quickly moved, panic written all over him, "No, don't drink that. You can't drink cold drinks." He turned back, shooting Holly a glare that could freeze fire. It was the first time he had ever looked at her with such annoyance and revulsion.

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—’

“Hah!, stop spewing nonsense, he hasn’t found out about so many things that he should have known already, why would he find out about this.. Relax, I will handle everything,” A vicious smile splayed across those lips painted in deep red When you plant cactus, the thorns are an inevitable part of it, Even a rose isn't spared from the prick of a thorn.. All Hearts!!

He has every right to be angry then I see him looking at my bump. He comes towards me slowly as if tiger is taunting it's hunt that there is no escape from him. He holds my gaze as he traps me between door and his magnificent form. The form which I missed alot at nights. The warmth that form used to gave me at cold night that I missed. "Sometimes instead of beautiful rose, you become a thorn at my side. But I rather feel the pain of it because it is another side of your love too." Rudra says as she looks at me with mixed emotion. Anger, hurt, guilt and most of all love.