Roses Without Thorns Novels & Stories

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

Positioning myself and breaking the door using my force, causing a loud sound and the door breaking open. I couldn't process anything in my head as my legs took me towards a man straddling Rose. She was not someone to straddle and take advantage of. I saw a knife and I rip him off her punching him square in his face and holding his throat just like he did to her. I saw the man and a girl running to Rose to help her as one of them call 911.

Rosette looked at her with such a serious poker face. “You must use your powers wisely, Roz,” said Rosette. “And you must also open your eyes to the unseen,” added Thalia. “What?! What are you talking about? What do you mean by opening my eyes to the unseen?!!” She could hear that the two women in front of her inhaled deeply and exhaled soundly. “The world of the blood rose and moonflower is not as innocent and CLEAN as you thought it was…” Thalia said as she poured herself another round of tea.

yeah, I didn’t even need to finish that thought before I began walking. As I passed by the field, my hand flew to the rose that still rested on my chest, and I peeled it off, letting it drop to the dirt floor. All the talk about wanting to be loved was garbage. I didn’t need anyone's validation or acceptance at this point. I was past that. I only chose the rose because of the thorns, and how its beauty was a perfect disguise for that dangerous part of it.

Warning! This chapter contains elements of non-con sex between the two lead characters. Martinez's POV I strode through the shattered glass and grabbed Rodah’s arm, yanking her roughly off the floor. I scanned her body fast. No blood. No deep bruises. Just a small scrape on her hip. The panic that had been claws in my chest turned right back into a blinding, murderous fury. "You think you can run from your own home?" I growled, my grip tightening on her skin.

We all held hands, a silent promise of support amidst the coming transformation. As the wind grew stronger, a collective gasp ripped through the group. Bones began to crackle, a sound both terrifying and strangely beautiful. The girl beside me let out a guttural roar, her body contorting as fur sprouted across her skin. In seconds, a magnificent silver wolf stood in her place, its eyes glowing a fierce amber.

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

*Fear, not loyalty. She followed Elara through a labyrinth of corridors, down a broad staircase, and finally out into a walled courtyard garden. It was meticulously maintained but felt sterile – geometric hedges, dormant rose bushes stripped of blooms, gravel paths crunching underfoot. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and evergreen. Compared to the oppressive grandeur inside, it felt almost freeing.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

Amethyst strolled through the garden, her eyes drifting over the vibrant array of flowers. The sun was warm on her skin, and for a moment, she let herself bask in the simple pleasure of the moment. Somehow, she felt free in this part of the house. He does not feel suffocation due to tension. Even though someone was following her, that man followed her at a discreet distance, a silent shadow she had grown accustomed to since her marriage to Jonathan. Even if he wants to get rid of it, he can't. Well, that's Jonathan's rule, and if Amethyst doesn't follow it, there's sure to be a discussion. It will only doubt him more.