Shattered Rose: He Held On Tight Novels & Stories

He said mysteriously, "The person who sent the flowers is waiting outside and asked to deliver them personally." Surprised and curious, I followed the staff toward the backstage exit. But the moment I stepped out, I completely froze. The person waiting for me was Evan. He stood by the door, holding the flowers. His eyes shifted nervously, like he wasn't sure whether to come closer. In my memory, Evan had always been confident and sharp. Now, he still looked polished—his suit was immaculate and his hair neatly styled—but a closer look showed how much he had changed. He'd lost a lot of weight, and his eyes were filled with exhaustion and loneliness.

"Not unless i order it." Cass's voice was strangled. "that is impossible. I cannot-" I cut him off by taking his entire lengh into my mouth. I sank down and held him there, deep in my throat. "oh...shit..." Cass's head fell bck against the be, and his hands flew to my head, not pushing or pulling, just holding on. "Fuck me...."

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

She put her phone face down on the table and laced her hands together in her lap to keep them still. At the next table, Catalina opened a paperback she was not reading. At the bar, Damien sat on a stool with his back to the room, which was the wrong way to sit unless you were trying to seem harmless, which he was. Rose walked in at nine fifty eight. She was alone. She wore a black coat. Her dark hair was pulled back tightly. Her face was the face from the Target footage, only sharper in person, the angles harder. Her eyes scanned the cafe in one slow sweep and landed on Seraphina.

I muttered to him, forgetting how sharp Forty’s hearing was. “For that, you can join him, Forty-Two,” she snapped. Great… oh well, if I had survived the Box, sprints would be cake by comparison. Forty-Four snickered, then held out his hand. “No hard feelings. Ready to go?” I nodded. “You bet.” “Forty-Two is with me,” Forty said quickly. “He’s too prone to getting in trouble.” “Says the one with the bullet scar on her leg,” Forty-One dared to point out.

I look at him and my eyes go wide. “You did this?” I ask him. “We did this.” He says, running his nose over my hair. “Whoa.” I say, looking back over the fields in full bloom, miles and miles of them. I turn looking at the line of people standing and waiting to try and pull Aolis’s sword from the ground. “When that which is sealed Becomes unsealed” I say and I feel the magic in the air, making the hair on my arms raise. “When the last of her kind

“I’m always serious.” Natalie’s smile faded. “You think you can win your match?” “I don’t plan on losing,” Rose said simply. “Even with a broken arm, I'd still fight.” Her voice was steady, but I could see her hand tremble when she reached for her drink. Pain. Hidden well, but still there.The cafeteria alarm blared suddenly, signaling the call for final prep. The hum of conversation turned to scraping chairs and hurried footsteps. Rose pushed her tray aside and stood up carefully, holding her ribs as she rose.

My heart was hammering against my ribs, emotions piling up like an avalanche, threatening to consume me. Rose was already waiting in the living room, standing near the couch with worry etched into her features. The second she saw me, her expression softened, and without hesitation, I threw myself into her arms. “I couldn’t do it,” I whispered, gripping her tightly. “I couldn’t go through with it.” The idea of erasing this life inside me had nearly shattered me. Rose held me just as tightly, her hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. “Oh, Jasmine,” she murmured. “I’m so proud of you.”

Her body shook as her orgasm ripped through her, her cries echoing through the room. She collapsed against me, her legs trembling, her breath ragged. I held her, my hands soothing her, my heart pounding in my chest. “That was…” she started, her voice shaky. “Incredible,” I finished for her, my lips brushing against her neck. She turned in my arms, her eyes locking onto mine. “But we’re not done yet.” Her words sent a fresh wave of desire through me. I was hard, so fucking hard, and she knew it. She smirked, her

He held both of her shoulders and giving them a light shake he boasted, "Let me take you somewhere" What do you guys think about Rose's half-sister? (: