Six Scorched Roses Audiobook Novels & Stories

He looks in the mirror too and his eyes goes to my scar. "Does it still hurts?" He asks gently. "No. Just itchy." I say as I keep looking at him and trying to find out how he feels about my scar. "You know you are still beautiful to me. But this scar…" He says and stops. "What? What about it?" I ask frantically now worried what does he mean. "But this scar makes you look so dangerous. And do you know that dangerous things are so alluring. I am afraid I am drowning more into you." He whispers huskily in my ear as he bites my earlobe and I gasp.

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.

************************ So here is the official last chapter of Flames and Roses the journey of Sheerazi family's second generation There will be no updates of this book and about 3rd generation no I am not planning anything for them. The journey of 142 chaps has came to an end now and I'm really feeling emotional i took one year to finish this book I don't know if the time I took is worth the book or not. I know my story is not perfect but this is what I wanted to present you all. Hope I did not disappointed anyone if I did I'm really sorry for that. Thank you for reading it and making till the end. For the last time can you all please give a review on the book as it has finished today?

echoed in my head again and again, tearing at what little pride I had left. But what could I do? He was Lucas Rodriguez—untouchable, arrogant, and dangerous. Tessa rushed in and wrapped her arms around me, guiding me back to my room. I was still crying when my phone began to ring. I sniffed, forcing my voice to steady, and answered the call. But the moment I heard what was said, my heart stopped.

Fireworks lit up the night sky and rose petals covered the ground. Leon, whom I hadn't seen for days, descended from above like a god. He took my hand with deep affection and led me toward the heart of the castle. Rose petals rained down from the sky, painting the moment in sheer romance. He held up a ring and dropped to one knee as he proposed. Overwhelmed with joy, I burst into tears and wrapped my arms around his waist. I asked him what made him plan such a grand proposal. He kissed my cheek and replied, "Because you deserve whatever others have. Estie, you have no idea how happy I am to be with you.

Cole I beam up into Rose’s beautiful face, passively grateful that I thought to drop my knife and the stick I was whittling just in time to catch her. My eyelids threaten to flutter shut as I again smell her amazing scent – like snowfall – crisp and clean, with a touch of mint on the nose. God, fuck but that scent takes me back. “What are you doing so far from your palace, big scary wolf?” Rose asks, grinning down at me with her icy blue eyes crinkled with joy. “Have you gone wild and returned to your primordial self?”

Slade voiced out and with a whoosh of air, he landed at the back of the rogue and plunged his hand into its chest, yanking out everything that dwelt there, bones inclusive, a painful scream tore out of its mouth and it dropped dead. Silence blanketed the abyss as the last rogue fell. The forest held its breath, the night air heavy with a mix of blood and earth. And then, cutting through it all was that scent—roses, vanilla, and honey—so intoxicating it drowned out everything else. Slade stirred, his need pulsing through me like a heartbeat unable to ignore the pull. The scent was like a balm, but edged with fear, making me want to protect her, to hold her safe in the dark stillness.

The scent of fresh herbs and flowers filled the air, a stark contrast to the life of chaos they had both known. Without a word, Amethyst turned to Dylan and kissed him. She couldn't hold it back anymore. She's been waiting for Dylan to see her for a long time; she's wanted to kiss Dylan for a long time, and now that he's in front of her and now that she knows that Dylan loves her, Amethyst won't miss it anymore. The kiss was a gentle, tender kiss, filled with the emotions of their long separation. Dylan, being hungry for Amethyst's lips, kissed her back, his hands finding her waist and pulling her closer. As he pulled her closer, it seemed that Dylan had no intention of letting go. They paus

"I will never grow bored with you. You are too vibrant, too special. You are one of a kind, Slone. As soon as you and Enchantra make it home with Rosalynd, I will show you exactly how much you mean to me." My body shaking in pleasure at his final words, as his voice fades to nothing, I cannot help but wonder--did he say those things to Enchantra once too? There is a commotion inside the van just as it begins to go up a slight hill. I can hear Rosie scream. There is a loud thunk of metal on metal just before the back door swings open and a folding chair goes tumbling down the highway along with one of the men from the back, who lands with a sickening crunch, his neck broken. I wince as I watc

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.