Shattered Rose: He Held On Tight Novelas e Histórias

“Hold on, Adrian… please… for me…” Adrian managed a faint smile amid the pain. “Don’t… don’t cry… I’m… still here…” “Quiet! You need to save your strength!” Rosemary pleaded through her tears. “You have to live, Adrian… please…” The siren wailed louder. The dark road felt endless, swallowed by silence and fear. Rosemary held his hand tightly, staring at his pale face. Inside her, a terrible dread took root—the fear of losing the one person who now meant everything to her.

I waited a long time, but he just couldn't stop. Finally, I let myself lean gently against his shoulder and closed my eyes. "Dad…Mom… I'm sorry…" I could feel someone shaking me, but I couldn't open my eyes no matter how much I tried. "Open my eyes and look at me, Kate! Please don't do this! I'll take you home! I'll take you right now!" The moment he lifted me, my hand slipped down limp and weightless, like a puppet with its strings cut. Jason froze for a moment, his body trembling hard.

Flowers. A beautiful trail of white and soft pink roses was scattered gently down every single step, their petals forming a delicate path that glowed in the morning sunlight. The sweet, fresh scent floated up to me, light and romantic. My heart stuttered in my chest. I stood there, amazed, staring at what he had done. The hard, dangerous man who ran a motorcycle club had turned into someone who left flowers on the stairs… for me.

"Rose! Romeo!" The sound seemed farther away than it should have as my vision went dark for good, and the rest disappeared with it. And then everything went black. ** POV RAVOK Her body simply gave out in my arms. I adjusted my hold on her almost the same instant, pulling her more firmly against me to keep her from slipping. Her head fell against my chest, with no response, and I had to steady my arm better against her back to hold her weight. "Rose." I didn't care about shouting.

His eyes never left hers and neither did her eyes leave his. From where I was standing,I also noticed that the colour of their eyes were shifting Maybe I was wrong Maybe it wasn't what I thought it was Maybe I was being delusional Maybe this is a fucking nightmare and none of it was real But all it took was one word for me to feel shattered and broken beyond brink "MATE!" Author's note Not me taking my sweet time to update. Thank you for those who are reading this book voting and commenting. I love y'all

He carried a large bouquet of roses and looked at me with a mix of regret and longing. "I was blind, Rosie. It felt like I was living in a dream before. Now that I've woken up, I realize I can't live without you." The set fell silent as everyone turned to watch. Allen had no shame declaring this in front of so many people. I felt thankful for having eaten lightly that morning; at least I had not thrown up yet. Allen continued his self-absorbed speech, "Can you give me another chance? Let's start over. We were engaged after all—"

“I should be asking you that.” I shook my head. “I’m fine. Just... taking it all in.” His gaze softened. He reached for my hand, pulling me closer. The warmth of his touch grounded me, as if we could make sense of everything if we just held on to each other long enough. “We did it,” he said quietly, his voice full of a quiet kind of triumph, but tinged with something else—something uncertain. “It’s over. He’s gone.”

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

KANE’s POV I throw my glass against the wall, shattering it into pieces. It splinters to the ground and I turn around with a growl, facing the woman before me. It is Rose and she is naked. On my bed. In my room. She holds my blanket to her body and trembles as she cries. “Kane…” she calls out with mascara running down her eyes. “I surrendered myself to you, I gave you my all…you touched me, you wanted me –"

"I'ms-sor-ry! I’m…" She tried to stutter out, but the side of her face that Rose hit didn't seem to be cooperating. She was half standing half crouching, cupping herself midsection. Rose smelled blood and noted gashes from the glass, it had cut her and her landing probably got her a few broken ribs.