The Criminal's Rose
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  • Time 3h 49m
  • Reads 26,358
  • Votes 613
  • Parts 29
  • Time 3h 49m
Complete, First published May 27, 2021
"Mich... Michael! No, this is not right. Go away." Rose shook her head while stepping back. 
Ignoring her words, Michael walked forward till he caged Rose between the wall and his hard body. 
"Mich..." Rose tried to say something but Michael put his finger on Rose's lips stopping her from saying anything. 
"Don't talk. Stay still." His tone was commanding. Michael held Rose's hands on her either side and brought his face closer to Rose. 
"P-please." Rose managed to say and the next moment her eyes widened when his lips touched the crook of her neck.

***** 

She is naive. He is a criminal. 
She is Rose. He is a thorn that could find around her. 
Her world is depressed. His life is joyful, but deep down, he is also depressed in another way. 

Two broken souls. One love that is covered with a layer of trust. 

Will they both fix eachother? Or get broken again? 

☆The story of lies, love and mystery. 
☆Slow building romance.
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She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.