Thug Rose With Hair Novels & Stories

Fuck. Taking advantage of my loosened grip and wavering focus, Rose got out of the bed, stumbling in the process. She had the door opened and a foot in the air to step out when I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her inside. I laughed at her murderous expression. So much beautiful. This time when her hands came at me, I was ready, I held them both above her head as I slammed her into the wall by the door. “Bastard,” She cursed me, loudly, not hiding it.

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.

His death glare found me and I quickly looked away, bending my head. He brushed his teeth, jumped in the shower, and walked out after. I tried not to count the seconds down to when he would finally free me. My nerves made it so unbearable. My leg wiggled over and over, trying to distract myself to no avail. The door opened again and in walked the alpha. He wore black pants with a large black T-shirt. His feet were bare and I could not tear my eyes from them. He bent down, his scent filling me and it was the best thing I had smelt all night long. His finger grazed over my skin as he untied the rope and I nearly cried out from the warmth. I was so cold and my teeth couldn’t stop chattering.

It was going to be one of the last times she had a party. Rose took a deep breath and let it out before moving forward. She grabbed the seams of his shirt and tore them off his body. She did the same to the bottoms of his trousers, and then she added some claw marks around the pants. Next, she roughed up his hair. “I’d punch you, but we both know that doesn’t scare you. There, you look like a man ravaged by a beast. Go and win her back and stop moping. You got yourself into this mess.”

She smiles at me before she moves closer to my ear and whispered erotically, "If you were Hugo Saintclare I'd fuck you senseless." I smile as she moves away from me while staring at me with serious eyes. "What's your name?" I ask. "I'm..." She trails off. "Rose." She extended her hand to me. I accepted it and smiled back. "Hugo." She smiles. I ordered her something to drink to get her a little bit sober and when she starts to get back to her senses a little bit, though still drunk, she talks just about anything she could think of which enjoyed me since I was busy looking at her boobs and her beautiful face. And those lips, I could do so many things on those lips. She said her friends saw Hug