Six Scorched Roses Audiobook Novels & Stories

Ahankara replied, looking down into her lap. "You may leave," Yashvir said to Heer, who bowed her head and wordlessly obliged to his command. He then placed his hands on Ahankara's shoulders, causing her to stiffen. He bent down and placed his lips near her ear, while she closed her eyes, slightly turning her face to the other side. "You look so beautiful, my Rose. I'm glad it isn't night time, or the moon would never again dare to show itself in the sky."

It was the memory card that he inserted and kept inside his hand. "I'm sorry, Mina. If I didn't protect you and forgive me if I do." I said and gradually peeled off the marked seam on his hand with sharp scissors. It was against my will to do that and I had no right to visit him at his grave because I was able to save him in those moments. After I got the small memory card from him, I also immediately put his grave back in order and I also offered a white rose as a farewell to him and because I know that flower is his favorite. I also left a prayer for him to help us end this crime and punish the people who should be punished, especially the person who did this to him.

She started wagging her tail and jumping up and down. I swear I just heard her say 'Mate' but that's impossible. Second chance mates didn't exist, and we just rejected our Goddess given mate. But then, the most amazing smell hit me, even more mouthwatering than when I smelled Mason. It smelled like Whiskey and Chocolate. That mixture was breath taking. Aunt Tara noticed me sniffing the air. "Alex, what's wrong?" She asks. As soon as her last word left her mouth, he door slammed open with such force, I thought for sure it was going to fall off the henges. What I saw in front of me left me speechless. A man in his twenties, 6'11, covered in tattos with short kept black hair, and the most beaut

“You will remain standing.” His voice was cold… furious. The entire class fell silent. Even they were scared. Rose muttered in her mind, “What did I even do…?” “The hero and heroine were having their moment…” “I just made it more romantic with a song… ❤️” She sighed dramatically— “Kindness has no value… neither in that world… nor in this one…” 😒😒😒 🔥 What will Daniel Blackwood do to Rose Sinclair now…?

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

Cold. A rose petal. --- The first one fluttered silently to the floor, as if carried by a breeze that didn’t exist. I stood frozen, hand hovering over my side, breath caught somewhere between a scream and silence. Another petal followed. Then another. Each one colder than the last. I touched the scar again. It burned under my fingers, and when I pulled my hand away—my fingertips were stained black. Not with ink. But with something that pulsed. As if alive.

They want to dismantle the hierarchy of the entire wolf kind. "Who’s your contact?" I demand, stepping back. "How are you moving across borders unseen? Who’s feeding you intel?" He grins up at me, his teeth stained red. "The Rose." My heart hammers against my ribs. "What did you say?" "The Rose," he whispers, a look of reverence crossing his twisted face. "She blooms in the dark. She carries the scent of the garden and the poison of the grave. She opened the door for us." Wild roses.

, he had no more debts to repay. If there were ever a life beyond this one, he hoped, that he would never cross paths with these people. He stayed like that for a while, his vitality slowly getting drained away and soon, he'd be left lifeless. [Host has successfully activated the: WITHERED ROSE, system.] [Host's vitality is decreasing at an alarming rate. Initiating immediate resuscitation!!] What was that?. Who's there?! Alan paused, listening to the automated feminine voice as it spoke through his consciousness. He was certain that he was at the depths of the sea at this point,it was currently impossible for someone else to be around him. He relaxed - Probably he was just hearing things.

And the stranger’s face when I described Rafael — the no, the head shake, the man saying the one who gave it to him wasn’t handsome, was the opposite of handsome, was hideous, scarred and burned down one whole side of his face. I feel Knox go rigid under me. Every muscle in his body. “Rosa de escarcha,” I finish quietly, into his chest. “He told me it survives what would kill anything else. And I keep turning it over, and I keep landing in the same place. This time he wasn’t talking about me at all. This time he was telling me the devil walked straight out of the hell he was meant to burn in.” For a long moment, Knox says nothing. His hand has gone still on my back. And then he moves, sittin

Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever. Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you. ✾ Darkness surrounds my vision and I see nothing but scents and vibrations. My bones break and I feel my knees give out. An immense pain wrapping around my body. Once numb, my body now feels like it’s on fire. From my toes to my fingertips, everything feels like it’s being burned to a crisp. Another scream echoes around the tunnel, ringing in my ears. It sounds weird to me, like a gargled sound. I knew it came from my mouth; I knew that it was me who was screaming in pain. Another crack of bones, and then another, and then another. Saliva drips from my mouth, tears fall freely