Shattered Rose: He Held On Tight Novels & Stories

He kissed me back, hard and consuming, as if he could devour the pain right out of me. For a heartbeat, I let myself vanish in that kiss—pretend I was someone else, somewhere else, untouched by betrayal. The next thing I knew, the world blurred—his arm around me, the press of a door closing, sheets tangled beneath my trembling hands. Morning hit like a cruel joke. I woke tangled in unfamiliar sheets, my head pounding, my lips swollen. The stranger from the bar lay beside me, half-covered, the shadows of his muscles stark against the pale dawn light. Even asleep, he radiated danger, power… something I couldn’t name.

“You are the strongest woman I know.” I look at them, really look, at these women who’ve held me together when everything else was coming apart. “He’s not the only one who gets an altar moment. This stays between us. All of us.” They nod without a word, and I feel their loyalty tightening in the space between us like a pact we’ll never break.

she’d die. Not maybe. Not possibly. Certainly. And I would rather she hate me.... than bury her. So I did the one thing that shattered me to do: I stepped closer. Slow. Controlled. Like a predator closing distance. Her breath hitched. Her tears fell harder. Good. Hurt me. Hate me. Run from me. Be safe. I reached out ....my hand hovering toward her waist ... But she moved first. ROSE POV His hand came toward me .... slow ..... as if he meant to hold me again.

My hands shook as I touched the metal. Suddenly a hand hit the locker next to my head. I jumped, turned around and found Rose standing there. Her eyes looked different; they were cloudy frantic. She was holding a dagger so tight her knuckles were raw. "You think you’re special Mercy?" she said, her voice shaking. "You’re a sacrifice waiting to happen. He isn't saving you. He’s getting you ready." Before I could scream the lights in the locker room went out. It was dark. I felt a pain, on my throat the prick of a blade. A voice, deep and old spoke in my ear

That night, Marcus jumped from the old Leedon Tower. The next morning, the headlines were filled with news of his suicide. Cecilia didn’t dare look at the gruesome photos. Lucas handled Marcus’s funeral arrangements. Across the entire city, every headline reported Marcus’s death. But there was one reason no one else knew. When Marcus died, he was still holding a vivid red rose in his hand. And Cecilia suddenly remembered something from when she was fifteen. “Marcus, what kind of flower do you think I’m like?” The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly.

"I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered." Isla didn't know what to say. Her rage had been such a faithful companion. Letting it go now was like skydiving without a parachute. "And what of Vivienne?" she asked, not wincing when she spoke the name. "You were betrothed to her while leaving me notes under my door." Killian let out a slow breath, the guilt weighing his shoulders down.

The afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the scene, the roses blooming in shades of pink and red. Cassia looked up as Elara approached, a smile on her face. “Hey, Elara,” she said, her tone cheerful. “What’s up?” Elara took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to say. “Cassia, we need to talk.” Cassia’s smile faltered, a flicker of something passing through her eyes. “What about?” Elara sat down beside her, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to find the right words. “About us,” she said finally. “About… everything.”

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.

And it certainly wasn’t going to be him. “It’s not him??” Rojean didn’t expect to be that convinced that Theo wasn’t the one who broke through the security before looking at her fiance who was pouting. “What are you doing?~ Can I see?~” Rojean asked, before taking a seat beside him.

He unlocked the door and got in. Rose ran behind him but other man blocked her way. She glared at him and ran towards his direction. She jumped and swiftly swirled him in the air while locking him with her legs. Both of them spinned in the air and she slammed him on the ground, he hit his head hard on the floor and blacked out.