Shattered Rose: He Held On Tight Novelas e Histórias

He introduced, stretching his hand out for an unharmful handshake. Rose swore his voice sounded like velvet in her ears, she wishes for him to say more and forever... Gosh! "I am Rose Turner," She replied, accepting the sturdy hand of the notable man. Somehow, their hands lingered like forever as their eyes intensely locked jointly. "Why isn't he letting go of my hand?" Rose thought. Her cheeks were weakly toasting, she felt a slight striking compression from Rowan. "Why is she holding on? And I don't seem to let go," Rowan muttered mentally as he gazed keenly.

I was held down with my hands on my back. I scanned the room and found Rose’s face. She was looking at me, mouth stuffed with a cloth, eyes red and apologetic. She was struggling fiercely to get out of their hold and get to me. but those old maids held her firmly making sure she couldn’t breakout. I was hurled up and dragged outside.

Dallion, noticing the confrontation, tightened his grip on Rose’s hand as if it were a fragile twig. “What do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, eyes narrowing, a fierce protectiveness over Sherry sparking to life. The pressure on Rose’s wrist was enough to draw a whimper from her, but she wouldn’t let go. Sherry stood like a statue, longing for the sanctuary of her ankle chained on the bedpost instead of this hostile arena. “Let go of my hand, you brute!” Rose hissed, her fury evident.

I knew that and I knew losing him shuttered her. I quickly pulled away from Rose but she held on with all of her will. “I have to go Rose. I will be back in a few hours.” I said which made her hold me even tighter. She wept her heart out and I hoped she would pass out but nope, she just kept holding on. When she did finally pass out, as soon as I moved, she stirred awake. I was fucked, wasn’t I?

"You lost Oracle!" Again. The second time the same sentence was uttered from the vibration of Rose's lips. No matter how hard she fought, fragility was the main element of the soul's roar. The sturdy castle inside Rose was crumbling. The more she tried to hurt Theo, the more her defenses were weakened. All of Rose's strength was gone. Her body collapsed, falling right onto the chest that was still wrapped in the white shirt. Rose let Theo hold the threatening knife himself, while she poured out the pain by burying her face in the corner of Theo's neck.

“Will you keep me safe?” Rose rises inside me—steady, unbreakable, fierce. Something settles. Something solid. I tighten my hold on him. “Always,” I promise. “Always.”

Alina shifted in her chair, and his gaze was immediately glued to the movement, watching as Alina brushed her fingers over her jean pocket, where the rose resided underneath. The man in shadows smiled, "Looking at this rose, isn't it like looking into the heart of someone who has lost their purpose; a broken and desolate being?" He recited and watched as Alina subconsciously gripped the area over her pocket. Her long and delicate fingers, so much larger than he recalled, hovering protectively. She would start remembering, soon enough.

Meanwhile, Kevin remained apathetic toward Daniel's plight. It was as though he didn't notice the latter's condition. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to beat Daniel to death. Violet screamed once again. "Kevin, there's only five minutes left on the timer! You should save me first!" Only then did Kevin snap out of his haze-like trance. He rushed over and began removing the bomb. Daniel sat up with a controller in hand. A bloodied grin could be seen on his face. "Let's go to hell together."

“Let go!” “You’re all I want! You’re all I HAVE!” Killian bellowed like a wild animal. Desperation cracked his voice almost like a pleading. “LET GOOOOO!” She screamed even louder. Every ounce of her strength flared. Their hands twisted violently. The shard slipped and in a flash of silver, it slashed across his cheekbone. Crimson blossomed against his pale skin. The tip of the shard was slick with his bl*od. Tears swam heavily into Rosa’s eyes.

My eyes turned red as I saw my Rose looking down guiltily. "BUTTERCUP! COME HERE! THIS INSTANT!!" Mark hollered at her. I shot him a death glare but frowned as I saw Rose looking down, staring at our intertwined fingers. She placed her trembling hands on my hand to get out of my grip but I tightened my hold. "DON'T" I gritted. She looked at me in fear hearing my fierce growl. I shook my head in 'no' when that idiot Nick yelled. "ROSALINE!! WE SAID COME HERE!!"