Thug Rose With Hair Novels & Stories

Half his body soaked in the bubble filled tub, he toyed with the rose petals floating on the water; gently picking one at a random. He raised his hands, the red petals sticking to his wet, pale skin, contrasting in the light. His blonde hair stuck to his upper half, it's once dazzling gleam fading to a dull golden color. "Did he make it back to his room?". "Yes, he did", the guard's shoulders stiffened, his eyes lowering instinctively. "I watched him go into in and slam the door shut, he seemed... displeased", his voice wavered, cold sweat pouring down his face as he picked his words carefully.

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you want to go home and pick up some stuff?” “I won’t have any clothes if not.” “I can take you shopping in the morning to get anything you need.” “What about to sleep in tonight?” “I can lend you a shirt,” his wicked smile was back. “Oh really, What’s with the wicked smile Mr. Thorn?” “Just imagining you in one of my shirts.” “Ok. Take me to yours.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. The longer I let the dust settle the better to be honest.”

I need to keep my cool "Say something huh!! Why can't you give me my Turkey!' Her screaming is making my ears rings I don't know what to do at this point, I just hope she doesn't cross the line cause I might do something I will regret Suddenly someone grabs the lady by her hair " miss you are doing something offensive you should leave" it was rose "Ouch you are hurting me, it's not fair am the victim"the last cried Rose turns to me " I'll get her off your back" she drags the lady all the way outside

To be honest, his voice is nothing close to good. "Jeez, stop wiggling your butt like that. What's with you?" Keane cocked his hips and folded his arms, "you're no better than I am, are you?" Dante smirked. He stood up and collected the mic Keane. "Watch and learn." The beat to "Get into it, yuh" by Doja cat started. Everyone cheered as Dante took off his suit jacket. ~They say I just got a buck, get into it yuh.

My cheeks heat up because, from everything I've prepared myself for tonight which were impressing Rogue and making myself happy, Rogue's compliments were sadly not one of them. My eyes drop and I press my lips together, gripping my purse hard and hoping it does the same to my composure. "Thank you, Rogue, you look great as well." His hand comes to tilt my face back up to see him and his left hand comes from behind him I barely see the tiny white rose before he plants it into my hair beside my right ear. "It looks better than I imagine and thank god you let your hair fall," he says before taking my arm in his and leading us out

He still looked as ruthless as ever. He had decided to grow his hair out, and it fell behind his ears and on his neck. His build was proudly flaunted in the suit he wore that hugged his frame. You would think he was showing off what looked like months of being in the weight room. “What do you mean by Rose is yours?” Grim asked. The last Rose had checked, the only man she belonged to was the one standing beside her. The stranger who had just walked in and tried to claim her was the same man who had tried to kill her the last time they met.

As Rose's hair was naturally wavy, she used a hair straightener to set her hair. When Kevin entered the house, he saw a white figure with long, silky hair cascading down. He immediately fell into a daze and stopped in his tracks. It was Rose who held onto the end of her gown as she ran over to him. "Hubby, you're back!" Hooking his neck, Rose tilted her head as a smile bloomed on her face while her silky hair fell to her waist. "Do I look innocent when I wear this? Don't you think I look like a completely different person?"

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.

The woman they called Rose led us through the massive pack house, her lavender-colored hair catching the light every time she turned to acknowledge one of the wolves who waved or greeted her. She responded to each one with a warm smile, her presence exuding effortless kindness. I couldn't stop staring at her hair—it was unlike anything I had ever seen before, like strands of spun lilac, soft and otherworldly. Pearl nudged me, breaking my trance, and I realized Rose was speaking to me.

“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