Thug Rose With Hair Novels & Stories

After days of tears, I returned to school only to find my naked photos plastered everywhere uploaded by Greg. Thankfully, the camera only exposed my butt just my back view, but the damage was done. From that moment on, i vowed never to forgive Greg. “I might be a weak person, but I do have feelings,” I murmured, only for Blaire to interrupt her thoughts. “Dumbass Rose, you’re stressing my brain,” Blaire snapped. “Wait, do you hear my thoughts too?” Rose asked, surprised. Blaire rolled her eyes. “Of course stupid, we’re connected, I can hear everything.”

“But at least brush your brows or—” “No!” I yelled from the closet. I will keep it natural, I can’t waste a second I said as I stood in front of a mirror to check out my outfit, I was dressed in fitted jeans, a plain cream top, and a soft brown jacket. My hair fell freely down my shoulders — no curls, no styling, just me. When I rushed out, Thomas, my assigned driver and bodyguard, was already waiting by the door. Let’s move.” I said as I entered the ride Tessa booked for while I was dressing

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

The man in black approached the thug nearest to him, stomped on his foot and grabbed his hair, lifting his head up. There was a knife in his hand, which he pierced the thug’s face with. He then pulled it out ruthlessly, spewing blood all over the place. Shrieks of pain filled the place. It was all too bloody for Rosalie, who was so frightened she put her hands over her eyes, not daring to witness the scene. Bam, bam, bam! Gunshots sounded by her ear—and then, it was silent. The shrieks of pain vanished without a trace.

He reached for my hair and began to assist with removing the twigs and dry leaves and when he seemed satisfied, he combed his fingers through the waves and curls, my locks were an unruly mess with days of no care and I could tell he was trying his best. And then, he reach his hand into his pocket and produced a rose. It had its thorns clipped off. Although it looked crumbled, It was still nice and manageable, and my heart was giddy with the excitement of having a rose in my hair again. I tried to suppress a smile through the gag. He pushed it in my hair placing it at the exact place where mine always was, "perfect." He muttered before bending a bit to drop a kiss on my forehead. My heart war

I nervously utter making Rose laughs as she takes her hair tie and tie her shoulder-length brunet hair and look into her sling bag taking out a brownish long curly wig and put it in her head. “Relax okay, it will be okay.” Rose said winking at me. Clide stands and takes off his trench coat and puts it on Rose’s shoulders. “Will that do Miss Rose?” he asks as Rose looks at him and wears the jacket to hide her clothes that Rose doesn’t usually wear. “Thank you. It is more than okay.” Rose said as she smiles at Clide who bows and returns to his seat.

"Rose. I still don't know what the hell is my part of this 'oh so mighty' operation. You guys didn't even explain the whole plan to me! How am I supposed to know you guys weren't just teasing me?" "Excuses, excuses. Trust us brother, we already have the perfect plan on hand. The only thing that's lacking is your participation. Now, sit and don't argue!" Rose said as she grabbed his shoulders and forced him to sit down on the chair. Ash sighed in defeat and just let her do what she wanted, knowing full well she will have her way with him no matter what. Rose was grinning the whole time she did his hair and makeup. She had cut his bangs above his eyes. Ash instantly blushed understanding Rose

And that alone sealed their fate. The purple-haired thug sneered. "And who are you? Her knight in shining armor? Walk away now and don't ruin our fun." Then his grin widened. "Actually... you can stay. We don't mind sharing." His gaze slid shamelessly over Scarlett again, drool practically at the edge of his mouth. Theron narrowed his eyes. A storm gathered in his silence. Then he walked forward. Slowly. One step at a time. The purple-haired thug stiffened.

He was given the nickname King of Thornspire, and Rose was called Woolridge Princess. A small picture of young Lucas standing outside the city council with Rose, who was about seven years old, was pasted after that section. Kinsgley’s mouth fell open when he recognised those mischievous eyes. Rose had grown up a little, but her naughtiness was the same. He gasped loudly and stopped breathing.