Shattered Rose: He Held On Tight Novels & Stories

Bass' voice boomed from outside the room, he was definitely standing on the other side of them mirror, and he was cut off by Hayes who did us a favour. "Shut up, Bass. We've known her for years. Girl practically lives here." Hayes scoffed while flipping Bass off through the glass. "Just... what do I even say to you out of all people... don't die." He smiled before we exchanged our last goodbyes and he strolled out of the room. Welp. There goes the only trusty male figure I have close to me. "Hi, sweetheart. You must be Valentina. I'm Sierra Charles! It's nice to meet yo-" the lady began with a bubbly grin while reaching out to shake my hand but she quickly took it back when she saw the cuffs

I smiled, feeling a sense of closure and liberation. “This is it,” I whispered to the empty room. “This is my story. Shattered Vows, but rebuilt life.” Darius leaned over, brushing a kiss against my temple. “And it’s beautiful,” he said softly. “Just like you.” I laughed quietly, the sound full of relief and contentment. “It’s our story too, in a way.” He nodded, holding my hand. “Every part of it. Every scar, every mistake, every triumph. And now… we get to write the next chapters together.”

“I can’t” “Yes, you can.” His voice cut through the panic, steady and unyielding. “In. Hold. Out.” She followed, clinging to his voice like a lifeline. Again and again. Slowly, the world came back into focus. She realized his hand was trembling. Just slightly. They didn’t speak again until the gates of the mansion slammed shut behind them, iron teeth biting into place. Marcus escorted them inside personally, security swarming like ants sealing a wound. Mrs. Chen was waiting in the foyer.

Snow crunched under our feet. My breath came in gasps. Noah was crying in my arms. We reached a narrow ravine. Kate turned, holding her gun. “Go. Get to the other side.” I crossed the ice-covered stream, clutching Noah. Then I heard it. A shot. I turned back— Kate collapsed to the ground, blood staining the snow beneath her. I screamed. Another figure appeared behind her—gun raised. Victor Thorne. His eyes locked on me across the ravine.

His unhealed, burned shoulder was completely exposed above the blanket. My feet walked me right up to the edge of the bed. I stood over him, tears streaming silently down my cheeks as Rose forced my right arm to slowly rise into the air. The jagged shard of glass caught the silver moonlight, hovering just inches above Rohan’s completely unprotected throat. Let's see how much your choice matters, Rose’s dry, hollow voice whispered right into my ear, her cold laughter echoing in the dark. When you're the one who bleeds him.

Timothy got on the ground and locked Xander in. "ONE TWO THREE!!" The whole room erupted with shouts of joy. They carried Timothy up, hailing him. Xander stayed motionless on the ground, he was too embarrassed to stand up. Dante climbed into the ring and squatted in front of him. "Embarrassed, huh?" Xander looked away. Dante chuckled and stretched his hand to him, "let me help you up." He offered. Xander glanced at Dante's stretched arm. Dante smiled, assuring him he won't tease him. Xander held Dante's hand and he got pulled up.

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.

I wanted to believe him, to let go of the fears that held me captive, but the temptation to take matters into my own hands was strong "But what if this time, I can't stand up again if I fall? What if everything just crumbles around me?" My voice was barely above a whisper, the vulnerability seeping through. Noah reached to me and gripped my hand tight, his eyes filled with concern, “I want you to know that you are not alone darling, you have never been and I won't let you be.” The warmth in his words wrapped my heart, bringing a sense of peace. "Thank you, Noah. I don’t know what I’d do without you.

Boom. Jack was ripped away from the wall so violently that he stumbled, crashing into the nearby table. Bottles shattered, crates tumbled, and the entire room seemed to shake with the impact. Before I could even blink, a strong, unrelenting grip closed around my wrist, yanking me back with a force that sent my pulse skyrocketing. Liam. His presence was suffocating. Dominating. His fingers were wrapped around my wrist like a steel cuff, his expression carved from ice. Jack groaned from the floor, trying to push himself up. "Liam—what the hell—"

"I will never grow bored with you. You are too vibrant, too special. You are one of a kind, Slone. As soon as you and Enchantra make it home with Rosalynd, I will show you exactly how much you mean to me." My body shaking in pleasure at his final words, as his voice fades to nothing, I cannot help but wonder--did he say those things to Enchantra once too? There is a commotion inside the van just as it begins to go up a slight hill. I can hear Rosie scream. There is a loud thunk of metal on metal just before the back door swings open and a folding chair goes tumbling down the highway along with one of the men from the back, who lands with a sickening crunch, his neck broken. I wince as I watc