Danmachi Rose 소설 & 이야기

Rose said at the same time Daisy also came from kitchen to put snacks on the table. " Haaww...... You lier when I did that I just want to check your chat group. I have a full doubts that you have a boyfriend." Damien replied " And if by chance Bro got to know about that.... Then you are gone " He said waving his hand near his neck in a Choping manner. "I don't have any boyfriend.......Then why Damien bro will say something to me. And listen if you want to believe it or nor but I don't have any fucking boyfriend Don't try to scare me unnecessarily" Rose shouted at him.

As much as I wanted to spend so much time with my mate, I also knew that we do not have time to waste. Damon is unhinged and having a very unhinged Alysia as his ally will only decrease our chances of winning if a war is brought upon us, unprepared. “Adrian, I want to ask you something”, I said and he looked up at me expectantly. “Do you think we can…….”, I was unable to finish my words because the door slammed open and Rose came in. Her eyes were sad and she looked dejected until she saw me. Her eyes lit up and she ran towards me. She hugged me with so much force, I thought I was going to pass out from not being able to breathe.

“I’ve seen her.” Damon nodded, playing along, though his gut was screaming at him now. “Alright, spill it.” Rose crossed her arms over her chest, her black catsuit hugging every curve, and fixed him with a steady look. “I’m the new Donna of the Manzoni Clan, Damon.” The words hit him like a brick to the face. He froze, his glass halfway to his lips, his eyes popping wide. For a second, he just stared at her, like she’d sprouted horns or turned into a ghost right there in front of him.

Slowly, his gaze slid to Rose. She stood frozen, pale as a ghost, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Damian’s smirk deepened, a predator savoring his next kill. “Well, Rose... it seems it’s just you now.”

Before I could respond, the door burst open again. Damon. He strode into the room, his sharp eyes locking onto mine immediately. There was an intensity in them, something raw and fearful. Rose smiled at him gratefully. “Thank you for saving her,” she said sincerely. I froze. Damon's jaw tightened slightly, but he quickly masked it, stepping closer to me. He bent down and pressed a lingering kiss on my forehead, his lips warm against my skin. Rose gave me a final reassuring squeeze before stepping away. “I'll let you rest. Jamie, let's give them a moment,” she said.

Chapter Eight Damon stood, dazed and transfixed to the ground as he watched Rose and this stranger, all soaked with sweat and having the time of their lives. As soon as he yelled her name, the man hurriedly got off, picking his pants and running past him outside the room while Rose rolled off the bed casually, picked up her dress and went into the bathroom. Few minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom and walked to her bedside table and pulled the drawer, bringing out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She took one and clipped the bottom, lit it and inhaled deeply, releasing a thick puff of smoke.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

… When the delivery person brought the flowers, they shouted, "I'm here for Alice! Your roses are here!" Alice raised her head high and jogged toward the delivery person. "That's me!" She took the large bouquet of roses from the delivery person and sniffed at it deeply to show off. "It smells so nice." Her coworkers gathered around. "Who sent them?" "My good friend, Aralyn!" Joanna also saw the flowers in Alice's hands—they were much larger and obviously much more expensive than hers. She grumbled, "It's not even from a man. Why are you so proud of it?"

What rose from Sky wasn’t clearly fire, or water, or wind. It was older. And it was hers. The lead mage closed her eyes and laid a palm to Sky’s forehead. “This girl… isn’t the same one who left.” “But she is,” Faith said, voice rough. “Same heart. Same gaze.” The healer nodded slowly. “Maybe… she only became herself now.” ⸻ Damian was in the commander’s tent when the horn sounded—the ancient call they used only when something supernatural happened. At first, he didn’t move. His heartbeat slammed against his ribs. The feeling—that feeling, the one that had burned through him two days ago—returned like a spark catching dry tinder. He didn’t need news. He didn’t need proof.