Trampled Rose Novels & Stories

I screamed back, refusing to leave the black roses just yet. "COMING." As footsteps approached, I heard a voice say. When I turned around, Travis was staring at me. "Oh, Travis," I said, returning my attention to the flowers. "They're lovely, aren't they?" Travis said, his voice suddenly sad. "They're stunning." I responded. Travis knelt beside me and gently stroked the roses. When I turned to face him, I noticed his eyes were filled with tears. "What do they mean?" I inquired softly.

Just the lingering stench of a ghost who had already probably left the scene. I didn't waste time checking the perimeter with my hands full. I marched up the grand staircase, my heavy boots thudding against the marble steps. Rodah shifted slightly in my arms, a soft, exhausted sigh escaping her slightly swollen lips, but she didn't wake up. She was completely spent from the terror and the frantic ride she had given my cock earlier behind that curtain.

“Okay, that’s enough posturing and manly displays of dominance! Your plan failed; your attack is over! Now leave or die here.” All heads turn to the trees, as we see The Red Rose, walk out of the forest and onto the green. Her red cloak casts a striking image, floating in the breeze as she walks, and the top of her face covered by her hood as always. She has nine kids following her, and one in her arms, holding on as though afraid she will disappear. Also, a bloody blade, is held steadily in her right hand, dripping fresh blood as she walks. ** "Impossible!"

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’

Like I did. " You felt like you were in a trance. All you could see is red. All you could think of was the injustice I did to you... And all you wanted to do was to stop me.. To make me feel the same pain that you did..." I whispers to her as her eyes shoot up to me. Rosalina said something, but her voice faded into the background, her words a distant murmur as a warm, sticky trail of blood slid down my shoulder. The world around me began to tilt and swirl, a chaotic dance of colours and shapes, as if reality itself was unravelling.

, I begged in-between laughter and tears. "That's not good enough rose" he smirked, flashing his beautifully dimpled cheeks at me. "Mom! Dad!! Help..Please..Royce stop!! I'm sorry." I begged, writhing underneath him like a worm. "Whose the boss Roselle??" he asked shooting me an evil grin. "You are. You're the boss Royce..please stop" I begged trying to pry his fingers off my ribs. "I can't hear you" he shouted, feigning to be deaf

Fortune smiled "thank you Dad, I love you so much" "ok darling, I will hung up now". the call got disconnected and fortune looked at Zack who was staring at her. "what's wrong? do I have something on my face?" fortune asked. Zack smiled without shifting his gaze "when you are staring at a rose flower, you can't look elsewhere, you will stay put and continue to admire it until you have the urge to pluck it"fortune chuckled, "what makes you say that?". Zack smiled "nothing, I'm just expressing myself, you are as beautiful and delicate as a rose". fortune smiled shyly and dropped her head.

“Trust no rose that bears no thorns, for those roses are fated to be plucked and domesticated. While Diana is the wild rose that is destined to bloom eternally. For that fate, for that eternity, I will bear all the thorns for her. To keep her safe…” My vision turned misty. I remember everything. I looked at my hands. I went into a trance, seeing the blood drip from my hand as I held my burning rose. Janus put his hand on my shoulder, bringing me back to reality. My hands weren’t bleeding and my rose was still a bud. “Zeph…” Janus lifted his brow. I cleared my throat. “I am ok.” “You better be, because I think my bestie has some really interesting plans for you,” he said with a smirk.

The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection. Kaia, surprised and touched by Beau's whimsical move, accepted the rose with a radiant smile. The exchange added a unique and personal touch to their union, creating a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of all who witnessed it. The red rose, now a part of their shared narrative, became a poignant symbol of the spontaneity and romance woven into the fabric of their love story.

“Only good little humans get to cum, Rose.” I wiped my mouth furiously and glared at him as he admired my flushed body. “I don’t want you to make me cum. I don’t want you touching me ever again!” “Careful what you wish for,” he smirked. “Now get dressed. I have the perfect task for you today.” ೋღ🌹ღೋ