Midnight Rose

Midnight Rose

  • WpView
    Reads 231
  • WpVote
    Votes 28
  • WpPart
    Parts 3
WpMetadataReadMatureOngoing16m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jan 20, 2024
I watched him leave me shattered the way he wanted. Shutting the door with a loud bang his expensive Testoni shoes made fading sounds to let me know his departure. The departure was required more than his arrival. I watched the door with blurred vision and a huge pain in my chest. It was not because he pushed me hard on the floor but it was of his hurtful words. Those words never left my mind because I didn't know how to do that. Rosaline was the only hope for Ivy whenever it came down to save her from any adverse situation. Starting from school fights to teenage crushes, Ivy never missed a chance to lean on Rosaline. On the other hand, Ivy was the only person whom Rosaline could trust and ask for support whenever she needed it. She was the knight in shining armor for Ivy........ until Arthur came into their life questioning their bond and parting them away to take different paths. Arthur Fernandez, a name enough to ruin anyone at any point of time. And when it came down to his favourite enemy, he never thought twice to bring hell on earth. What would happen when these three people would collide with each other?
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • Spiral Knot (An Office Dark Romance)
  • Flirting With Fire ✅
  • scandalous
  • Too Much To Hide || EDITING
  • Billionnaire's Ex-wife (Knight family book#1)
  • Hidden Fate[✓]
  • Into|✔
  • LOST LOVE
  • Substitute Wife For The Billionaire.
  • Deeper 🤤

My gown hiked up my thighs, brushing the edge of my hips. Fuck. All I had underneath were thin panties - and he knew it. "What are you doing?" I whispered, breath catching in my throat. "Look at me." "I don't want to." My eyes locked on the front door behind him like it was my last escape route. "Daphne," he said, voice razor-sharp, low, commanding. "Look. At. Me." Reluctantly... slowly... my gaze shifted. First, the grey eye. Stormy. Intense. Then the hazel. Warm. Piercing. Then both. And I drowned. "Ask," he whispered. "I know you have questions." I licked my lips. Softly. Absentmindedly. And his eyes dropped.." They stayed there - on my lips - far too long. He didn't even try to look away. My heart hammered. "The tattoos..." I breathed, gaze flicking to the ink sprawled across his chest. "When did you get them?" "When I was eighteen," he said, voice quiet. "Some hole-in-the-wall shop in Paris." I leaned in, just slightly. "What do they mean?" His eyes darkened. "A bunch of bad words. Bad things." ...Can I touch it?" His mouth curled. Slow. Wicked. "Go for it." ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ Daphne Hawthorne was living her best life as a recent graduate until she met a mysterious Spanish man with hazel eyes and a flirty smile. It didn't take long before she found herself giving in to him completely, opening her legs and indulging in everything he wanted. Their relationship quickly grew, leading to marriage, but just four months in, her life fell apart, leaving her broken beyond repair. Three years later, fate drops a near-impossible twist in her lap: a new boss walks in with Gabriel's face. Only he isn't Gabriel-he's Gabriel's twin, the complete opposite in manner and morals. Daphne is pulled between the memory of a man who destroyed her and the confusing, magnetic pull toward this new man who looks exactly the same but acts entirely different. Trust me, you don't want to miss it. (18+ rated ❤️ ) I update this story daily,

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines