Shattered Rose: He Held On Tight Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her hands are becoming sweaty and she will fall to her death any moment. Every fiber of her body is holding on to the flimsy stem but it was not strong enough to hold her weight. It is slowly ripping apart and she screams when it lowers a little. “Help…” she whispers. “Please…anyone…” She wants to scream out loud but what if her attackers hear her? The carriage must have crashed somewhere but where is Syron? The stem breaks a little more and snaps. “AHHHH!” Roseanne screams but a hand reaches out to catch her. She opens her eyes to find Syron’s dark eyes looking back at her. He is holding her wrist, pulling her up.

However, the door was opened all of a sudden and a strong arm reached in to drag her out with force. Kevin then shook her off and Rose almost fell to the ground. "Ouch!" She staggered and stumbled. She bent over with her hands touching the ground to prevent her knees from scraping the ground. Nonetheless, a layer of skin was still scraped. "Get in!" Rose's body trembled again at the sound of the roar. She got up and subconsciously shrank her neck. She had never seen him this mad before! He seemed to be engulfed in a horrifying flame. His face was gloomy yet icy-cold, which sent a shiver down her spine.

Rose quietly unlocked the door and slipped out of the room. Without wasting a second, she booked a taxi and left from there. 🚕🚕 Meanwhile, when Daniel Blackwood finished his call and entered the room, his eyes immediately shifted toward the washroom. The door was open. He walked into the attached changing area. Empty. Rose was gone. A sharp silence filled the room. In a sudden burst of anger, Daniel stormed back into the room, grabbed a flower vase from the table, and smashed it onto the floor. 💥

He grasped her neck, his fingers tightening. Rose's eyes widened in terror as she struggled to free herself from Tony's grip. "Tony, stop...please," she gasped, her voice barely audible. But Tony's anger had consumed him. He squeezed harder, his face twisted in a snarl. Rose's body began to slump, her eyes rolling back in her head. Just as suddenly as it had begun, Tony's rage dissipated. He released Rose, who crumpled to the floor, gasping for air. Tony stumbled backward, horrified by his own actions.

Hayden muttered beside him, his eyes wide as saucers. Theodore remained entirely blank, a ghost in a suit, observing the fallout without a single twitch of his jaw. Kate sat perfectly still, but the corner of her lips curved into a faint, unreadable line of approval. She liked chaos, she liked power moves. But Rose broke. The crystal wine glass in her hand groaned under the sudden, violent pressure of her grip, it shattered, blood dripping from her hand. "What did he just say?" Rose whispered, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Not paying attention to her bleeding arm.

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

Soon I zoned out and was only me the music. "Look for thorns in the roses, perfect little posers." London: "Hiding behind closets, planning your demise, shit!" "Everybody blame the misfits and eccentric." London: "This world's already fucked, we didn't add anything to it!" "Crying out for help!" London: "Crying out for fucking help!" "No one seems to care!" London "She was the only one to scrape her hands!" "For the rose in the thorn bush!" Another musical interlude ensues and London repeats the first verse as the song is structured like that.

"FREE ME THEODORE!!! HELP, SOMEONE HELP!!!" An agonizing scream rang in her ears. Rose stilled in her place when she saw a blurry figure of Jasmine tied up with iron chains and crying for help. She was too shocked to react but the moment that loop vanished in thin air, reality struck her. "Oh no, JASMINE!!!" *****

The glass in my hand slipped and crashed to the floor, shattering loudly across the bar. Even the loud music couldn’t hide the sound. Everyone turned to look... including her. Rose. The moment she saw me, her eyes widened. For a second, it looked like she wanted to grab her handbag and run. But the man beside her held her hand tightly, stopping her. And just like that, the fear in her eyes vanished. It was replaced by something cold and detached, as if she didn’t care at all. “What is going on here, Rose?” I muttered, still in shock. “Who the hell is this man?”

The sun was warm as its rays filtered through the windows. I tore up the DNA test report. Finally, all the love and hatred in the past could be sealed away in these torn-up fragments now scattered across the floor.