Thug Rose With Hair Novels & Stories

Rose moans and pulled his head back down so she could nip at his lips. “I guess that’s my answer.” His hand moved up her thigh. Ty’s eyebrow rose in surprise when he didn’t find her wearing panties. Not missing a beat, his fingers found her core, and he smiled when he found her needy. “Oh, babe, you need this, don’t you? Hmm… Must be your heat. That’s fine. I’ll assist you with that.” His voice purred now in her ear and Rose panted as his fingers encouraged her brazenness.

But even its fragrance couldn’t compete with the scent of my three monsters. "So… you’re finally enjoying yourself." I raised my head from the rose flowers and saw Thorne standing a few feet away from me. His hand was tucked in his shorts, and his long hair cascaded over his shoulders like a dark waterfall. My heart stuttered. Whenever he styled his hair, it always gave him a different look—but always and always in a good way. "Thorne…" I breathed, a smile tugging at my lips as I walked toward him. "Thorne," I repeated, softer this time, like his name could bring me peace.

He poked Liam's arm, "Bro, this beautiful girl is here again. She's really devoted; you should consider going for her." "What nonsense, I don't need a girlfriend." "Oh, right, I heard rumors that you like men." Liam: ... If I weren't injured, I'd kick this idiot into the lake. The thugs noticed her too. Their eyes brightened instantly. The bald thug, who had recovered a bit from his previous pain, grinned. "What's this, do you know this guy?" "Let him go, or I'll call the police." Rose took out her phone. The thugs burst into laughter, "You're calling the police? Before they arrive, these two guys will be done for. Don't believe me? Try it."

“What if I don’t want to?” Rose glared at him with indifference. His hand found her jet black hair, picking at every strand with focus as if treating it as a rare jewel. Rose thought of the time that he pulled her hair and numbed her scalp. It made her nervous. Jay gave her hair a slight tug and her hair grafts came off with ease. Then, he was like a toddler, plucking her hair out one by one. Rose panicked because of the pain. “Sir Ares, these are expensive…”

"Fu*ck the f*ck off and shut the f*ck up." She gives Pharaoah the thumbs up and then turns to Thorn. "He's tolerable.You aren't." “Wise...Very wise, indeed." Thorn pulls out a cigarette and lights it. She scolds, then frowns, "No smoking in the hospital.. When was your last haircut?" "A week ago. It pleases you." He still lights the cigarette. "It gives you a jerky appearance." "If I'm an old guy, you're an old woman, Rose."

His brows were knitted in their usual anger but there was something else in his eyes. Regret? ‘Then why won’t you listen when I told you to leave me alone?!’ Tears were trying to squeeze out but I sniffed them back, gripping my hands till the nails pierced my skin. His gaze softened with worry. ‘They’re thugs, Rose. Real thugs. Not models. I’ve seen them in action many times. Knives, guns, they’ll use any forms of human weapons to get the job done. They’re no joke.’ He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me closer. ‘How can I leave you alone?’

Vivian smiled and went into another room,, "Tada!" She came back in with two wigs styled just like a boy would do "Wow,,I specially love that one." Jisoo pointed at one of the wigs "How about you Rose?" "I love it too" She muttered with a smile "Don't be nervous,,it's never going to fall off unless you probably get into a fight which involve pulling of hair,,,you're a guy anyway,,guys wouldn't grab your hair when fighting" Vivian grinned "I will be careful" Rose said

** I glance at Hades and indicate he should talk to Logan, then I leave the room and close the door to the cells behind me. I look at the Rogues, they seem afraid of me, which I need. I take note that they have similar features, chestnut colour hair, warm brown eyes, similar nose, and chin. One is clearly older than the other, which would mean they possibly could be brothers. "So, anyone willing to talk? Or should I take one of you away to experience the same pain as your comrade? Hmm? You look like you would be a good choice." I point to the younger Rogue and the other one growls at me menacingly.

They were armed with silver knives. I raised my gun. Bang. Bang. Two shots. Two headshots. The Rogues dropped to the floor. "Move!" I yelled at Leo. "Under the table! Stay deep!" Leo was crying. He was curled into a ball. The back door burst open. Three more Rogues entered. And behind them walked a man. He was human in form but his aura was pure darkness. He wore a long leather coat. His face was scarred and twisted. King Thorne.

No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now. I gulp, goosebumps rising on my skin. Why is he standing up for me? More importantly, what could he want from me? "Does anyone else have an objection?" He asks casually. Alpha Xander steps back, his eyes wary. "What the hell are you?" The stranger grins, the angle of the sunset lighting a part of his face, making his grin look sinister. "I go by many names. But you can call me Ragnar Thorne." Alpha Xander stiffens, his fa