Thug Rose With Hair Novels & Stories

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?’

Then I noticed moisture dripping from his eyes. "Shit, I'm sorry." I muttered, quickly getting off him. "I am tired." He sobbed. "I really am sorry." I apologised again. "No, it's not you." He mumbled, sitting up with his knees to his chest. Due to my abrasive tackling, a lot of dry leaves had clung to his hair. He now looked like one of those guys in commercials where chemicals blew up, leaving them with crazy hair; the only difference was that Theron's hair had leaves in them.

** 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.

She tugs at my hand and I chuckle. "Really? Sounds yummy! I know how much you love them." I tease as she leads me inside. She looks ready for her day already as she's wearing her favorite T-shirt that's covered in cartoon wolves and a cute and sparkly tutu with matching leggings on. The only thing that isn't perfectly in place is her hair which I comb every day. It's just our thing especially since I know how to care for our wild orange hair. "Yeah! So yummy!" Rose giggles and leads me into the kitchen. "Mommy! Daddy's back!" She cheers happily. Rose loves Hazel so much and I do have to say she's a wonderful mother to her. I'm lucky to have her as a friend and my chosen mate.

Jacob said with dread covering his face as they both stepped into Miss Filo’s office. The terror that washed over Grayson was enough to make him hesitate in his movements for a single moment. There were no signs of life in the eyes of Rose, only the purest form of rage and disgust were apparent. Rose after staring at Grayson for a few seconds, took a deep breath and let out all her frustrations. “All of you lot, stop whatever you’re doing and hear this!!!!!” She screamed as far as her voice could allow her, startling everyone that was already watching but got lost in thoughts or murmuring.