Thug Rose With Hair Novels & Stories

The noise drew the stranger's attention to me and they turned around. My breath caught in my throat at that instant and I was frozen. Never before had I seen such a sight to behold. The wind blew through the clearing making her kohl-black, curly hair flow gently with the breeze. Her chestnut skin-which was clear apart from a couple drops of blood-seemed incandescent against the dark backdrop of the surrounding trees. Her deceptively frail, svelte figure hidden beneath all the grime and dirt made my mind wander to places it probably shouldn’t have at that moment.

—he snorted at that—“but I know when you’re being a dumbass. If you like her, why not ask her out? She’s clearly interested.” “Who says I like her? Like that, anyway.” “Now you’re being stupid.” Rose rolled her eyes, setting her beer down on a coaster. “I know about the lock of hair. I know it was Jubilee’s.” Heath froze. How would Rose know about that…? Then he put two and two together. “Johnny,” he said with a groan. “Johnny. He tricked me into going with him because I thought he had Jubilee. He had her hair, you see.” Rose smiled sadly. “But I realized later he’d stolen it from you. Why did you have it at all?”

She saw her mates looking at them. "What?" She asked. "We love looking at you." Zachariah said. "You know that's creepy." Rose said still combing her hairs. "And you think we care about it? You are our mate. We have every right to look at you." Zachariah said. Rose shoke her head. What is she going to do with them? Rose decided to braid her hairs. She was doing it when Vladimir stopped her. "Let it be open only. We love to run our hands through them." Vladimir said.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

But she stayed silent and so did he. Then he grabbed the little scissors that she didn’t notice was left under one of the rose bushes. He cut off a rose, looked down at it with an unidentifiable expression on his face. Then he squeezed. Rain couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her lips. He had closed his fingers around the thorns, squeezing on it but yet not even flinching. Rain walked to him, her legs acting on their own accord. He raised his head to look at her, like he was surprised to see her there.

I ask, frustrated and upset with his lack of focus on the task at hand. “Could you read them to me?” he requests. I sigh, but do as he asked. “September 10th, 8:05am. Five rogues attacked the warriors on guard duty along the southernmost perimeter. All rogues were killed. Two warriors sustained shallow scratches. One on the arm. The other on the leg. The battle lasted for–” I cut off with a squeak as I feel something warm and wet touch the back of my neck. He licked me. Tyler licked me!

You fucking bastard! I narrow my eyes at him, taking note of his features in case I miraculously survive this encounter. His hair is a dark auburn, and his eyes that watch me with amusement, are a dark blue. His attire was a black suit which seemed out of place considering he was standing in an alleyway. A mustard tie broke up the blackness of the suite, a badge with the initials 'R.T' easily visible as the light reflected off of it. If I manage to escape, I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars.

Slamming the door to conclude her exit. Sighing in relief, I threw on my jacket and ran down the stairs, time to go and see my bride to be. Vivians eyes widened as I entered the room, her friend Cat spun around. “Well well well if it isn’t the man himself Thomas Bradley, Alpha of The Rogues”, she mocked, rolling her eyes in disgust. “Well, well well, if it isn’t the human lover”, I retorted, raising my eyebrows. “Fuck you, asshole” rage flashed across Cat’s face. I had delivered a low blow, rattling her usual calm demeanour.

I said. Phoenix looked appalled, " I'm not oppressing whatever, Rose!" He suddenly shouted. I frowned while Simon froze. Soon enough, a short haired brunette came running down like a mad woman. She stopped in front of us, wearing a very wide grin on her pretty face. She bowed sharply, " Hello Luna, I'm Rose and I'm here to take back what's mine, no offense" she said. I was sort of shocked, " You have a mate?" I asked the reddened boy. Wow she's way taller than him...

I should certainly make a YouTube channel to show off my uniqueness; I'm sure I'll gain a large following within a short period of time. The average Percusian is very tall and slim, just like the Fulanis of Nigeria, although we're usually light-skinned. Most of us have brilliant golden hair that is straight and natural, similar to peroxide blondes, but mine is jet black and develops bouncy curls when I don't wrap it. This, coupled with my caramel skin makes me stand out, but not in a bad way. Almost everyone I come across thinks I'm very beautiful and distinctive, except the glam girls, of course. I'll tell you about them later, don't worry.