Novel & Cerita Damian's Rose

“And I trust you, Felix. I always have.” Later that evening, I found Damien in the garden again. The stars were beginning to appear—soft silver freckles on a darkening sky—and the air carried the scent of moss and new roots. Damien was on his knees in the soil, one hand brushing over the fresh sprouts that lined the walkway. He looked peaceful, but not distracted—a man grounded in the land we reclaimed. He looked up when he sensed me and smiled faintly, warm and calm. “I thought I’d plant her favorites here,” he said, gesturing to the tender shoots. “Your mother used to grow silverleaf and wolf’s breath by the front gates, right?”

he finished the order, gazing at him so he would go get them faster. I couldn’t help but smile a little after the waiter left with our orders. Damien also smiled, but got puzzled. I did not picture him as a man of milk coffee. More like black one. I didn’t think he even realized the pretty words that came out of his mouth. He must have been also in shock. “You are really beautiful when you smile, Miss Clarissa!” he said sharply, naturally, as if we had run the topics of discussion out. I couldn’t help the redness in my cheeks.

All I do is watch poor Mirabelle just look on, far too scared to stop the crazed woman that is running from one side to the other in the ballroom. "Lilith, please don't tell me those ungodly things are flowers?" "Damien, they are red." "Your point being? They are still flowers. And why in god's name is there chairs?" "To sit on Damien." "You can stand; there is nothing wrong with your perfectly good legs." "Damien, the way you talk, we shall be here forever. Now please get out my face."

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

Damien ignored it and knocked on the door twice. “Come in, boss.” A deep voice replied. Damien walked in, adjusting his mask. “Thank you, Diablo.” The Diablo smiled, flicking his pen. “Whenever I see you wear a mask when walking in here, it makes me want to laugh.” Damien rolled his eyes, taking the mask off. “It’s because you run this place like it’s some illegal place when it’s not. I can’t risk my identity being exposed.” A young girl ran into the room and Damien hurriedly covered his face. “Oh, it’s my daughter.” Diablo said with a smile.

“Damien transplanted these sunflowers himself. They grew in his mother's grave area, he adores these flowers. These white roses are Chole's favorite… “ The butler's words were interrupted by Damien's voice. “Diego? Honey? Honey?" He yelled walking towards the garden. “Your husband ma'am" the butler said, walking towards Damien's voice. “There you are Diego, where is my wife?" I heard Damien's voice from the garden entrance.

Lady Thaddea whispered, This statement froze Alpha Damian to that spot, without upholding his pride, not caring how that was his business. He rushed at once with an extraordinaire speed into the wood, as his kin sense of smell thickened, his muscles coiling and his fist clenched to a ball with intent of tearing to shreds whoever it is that touched his mate Ana. Until he reached the stream to meet Alpha Rex adjusting his belt and running towards him, "do you see her? the gorgeous woman with straight cascading blonde?" Alpha Rex asked. All Alpha Damian could scent was Ana's floral sensual fragrance wrapping around him, a sacred distinct scent that only envelops him whenever he mates with Ana,

He had learned enough about women in the 28 years he had been alive. And Damian's words managed to make Merry and the others fall silent. Rose, who was eating dessert, immediately put down her cutlery and got up. She didn't really show her surprise. Rose was also not really involved in Damian's punishment, she was quiet and rather shy. Damian disliked her a little because of her silence. Damian headed to Rose's room with Rose. Merry stared angrily at Damian there. As gentle and sweet as she was, she was currently angry. Before entering her room, Damian glanced at the already named room next to Merry's. Selena. He then turned around and approached the room. Rose followed Damian.

Damian stood right outside the door. With a rose in his mouth. Laura blinked. Then slowly raised an eyebrow. “Why?” Damian attempted to speak without dropping the flower. Voice muffled around the stem. “It’s… mmph… a kind gesture.” She folded her arms. “With a rose?“ “It’s not red.” He said quickly taking it out of his mouth. “It’s the color of friendship. I thought… we could start here…” Laura stared at him. The she took the rose, smiling lightly as she walked passed him with a teasing smirk.