Thug Rose With Hair Novels & Stories

"Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!" - Thirty minutes later, Alfie rushed into the study, clearly panicking. "Mr. Garnett! We've searched the whole villa, but there's no sign of Ms. Smith! But… But…" John clicked his tongue, pursing his lips as he narrowed his eyes sharply. "But, what? Speak properly!" Alfie took a deep breath, and did his best to finish his sentence. "We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!"

And every hair on my body rose. Because I knew— deep in my bones— That was more than a threat. It was a vow. And beside me, Rose lifted her head and whispered only one thing. Let him come.

’ was the first thought that popped into Rojean’s mind when she saw the clothes, not really paying any attention to them or the details even if she liked dressing up. He led her to another room where there were more black clothes which was overwhelming for Rojean, seeing as she’s never seen so much clothing in her life. They all look too expensive for her. “Can we cut your hair?” “No!” Even though Rojean’s mind was floating somewhere else, the moment she heard that he was going to do something with her hair, she snapped back to the reality she was in. “Okay. Can you try them on? If it’s okay with you.”

Yet, I managed to put a straight face before speaking. "I cannot let a hurt person walk away when I am more than capable of helping them.", I said with a serious look. I saw his eyes soften for a flash second and I considered it to be a hallucination. I took a minute to observe his features. His dark hair was messy like he had been doing an extreme activity. A deep scar etched on his eyebrow bone gave him an intimidating feature. He looked around as if someone were watching him. "Two minutes and I am out.", he stated.

She hissed as she laced her fingers into my hair. “As you wish, my Luna.” I rolled my hips, sliding in and out of her with vigor. I played with my pace; some thrusts were demanding others were torturously slow. Rose’s body always reacted in the best ways. Moisture poured from her pussy with each thrust. Our sweaty skin slapped against each other. My mouth latched onto her nipple as she tugged violently on my hair.

Something that sends ice straight through my veins. I spin back to Ralph, my glare burning. "You are not going to hurt anyone here. Do you get it?" My voice is sharp, leaving no room for argument. His jaw clenches, but I don’t wait for an answer. "Follow me." I push forward, moving toward the sound of Rose’s voice. I will deal with idiot later, but before I need to get rid of this threat to Rose. And then I see him. A rogue, his body hunched, his eyes glowing with hunger. His steps are slow, predatory, closing in on the tiny figure clutching something against her chest.

Her breath caught. A.D. Alejandro Delgado? “I was wondering when you’d try something stupid.” Inés spun around. Thiago stood in the doorway, his tie loosened, a gun at his side, not raised. Not yet. His eyes were colder than she’d ever seen them. “Put it down.” Her hands trembled. But she didn’t move. “What is this?” she whispered. He stepped forward, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. “That’s mine.”

I felt her shiver and the next second, she was off me, smiling foolishly at me with twinkling eyes. I helped myself up and dusted the dirt's off my body. It took five minutes to clean myself up and when I raised my head, lo and behold, she was still staring at me, Smiling foolishly. "Ok, now, What the hell is going on?" I had no choice but to curse loudly because I was getting goosebumps from her weird stares. "Ha, MIGUEL HILLENBURG, did you just curse at me?" She fake gasped, making me roll my eyes as I took steps into the school compound, ignoring her.

If there's anything I know about our world, it's that the need to relive your victory is far too great that sometimes the majority toss away common sense just to have the opportunity to gloat. I hope this would be no different. I hope I would be knuckles deep in some bastard's stomach by this time tomorrow. The attendant shakes his head, his entire face covered in sweat as he looks at me and looks away repeatedly. Fucking pussy. Yet, I don't blame him. It isn't everyday one could see a member or even two of The Black Rose without dying afterwards. But then again, it isn't every time one sees a member of The Black Rose in a fucking freezer.

There was a hint of fright on the guy's face as he winced stepping back before he ran off like a rat. His hair was dark and cropped military-styled. Indeed, very sexy. His biceps muscles pressed against that white fitted polo t-shirt and a glance to his abs, definitely six packs, or even eight packs, Taya wondered. Finding herself staring at the man, her gaze went up to his face and she hoped that she didn't gasp out loud this time. If Lucas were a prince charming in a fairytale, this man was a Greek God; strong jaws and perfectly trimmed stubble short beard that defined his masculinity.