Carmen Rosales Novels & Stories

Catarina steeled her lip, plucking a jacaranda flower and placing it in Rose's hair. Rose began to cry. "I'm so sorry, my new friend." "We need a Babaylan, Rose Valentine Smith," Catarina Rosales Marquez pronounced. She unsheathed her sword stick, the cold steel blade etching a hatch across her olive wrist. "Are you okay?" Rose asked, flabbergasted. She accidentally choked on her wine. "A blood oath, Rose?" "And I wager what?" Rose asked sweetly, cutting her finger with a knife before the conditions were even laid out. For this enticing queen, Rose would even quit her postdoc at Stanford and become a wild mountain woman, here in Domminga Valley.

I raised a hand before Jenna could follow her orders. "There will be no need for that. My name is Cilia... Cilia Carpenter. I come here bearing news about Alex. I mean no harm." Cilia stared at me for a long time than the others, making my cool demeanor almost fade. She must have been surprised to hear my name. But the first to speak was Rosé.

Rosalina. To be continued…

] Fishers did not care about the entertainment industry, and if they were to boycott us, they would never find better fishing rods. My reply had fans laughing hysterically. [Rosie is so awesome, she's the best!] [No wonder Rosie said she was taking a break. Looks like she was just setting up something huge!] [She took two hours to win back what she deserves!] [The award ceremony yesterday pissed me off. How could the shameless jerk Allen announce his relationship while awarding Rosie?] [The host had no sense.]

“And you must be the lovely fiancée.” Damien’s hand settled on the small of my back as he pulled out my chair for me. I sat, murmuring a quiet thank you. “Mr. Rodriguez,” Damien said coolly, taking his seat beside me. “Good to see you.” “Please, call me Carlos,” the man said, eyes flicking back to me as he sat. “And you are…?” “Rose,” I answered softly, offering a small smile. “Rose,” he repeated, like he was tasting the name. “Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

With her condition, how long can she survive without professional care? The moment he landed, he rushed straight to the hospital. The room was eerily empty—nothing left but a brown paper folder on the nightstand. His hands trembled as he tore it open. The first thing that fell out was a lawyer's business card—Wayne Soriano. Then, he saw the title on the document beneath it: Statement of Claim. Attached was a volume of evidence—bank records highlighting villa payments in red, lab reports listing "Vitamin C" as prescribed medication, and a three-year-old document bearing his own signature marked "Control Group."

I huff quietly and do my best to ignore his leering eyes as he pushes the dazed woman away from him and licks the remaining blood from his lips. “Rosalyn is it? Don’t be shy and come stand beside your master,” Matthias says to me as he places his glass on a brown coaster on the coffee table. The way he calls Paul my master makes my skin prickle. Paul fists his hands but looks to me and nods for me to come stand beside him. My legs feel shaky as I step closer, keeping my head to the floor and hoping we won’t be here long. “Lift your head and look at me, Rosalyn. It’s rude not to look at someone when they speak to you,” Matthias demands calmly and I don’t like where this is going.

[Rose] I walk out the back door searching for a uber even though Carried lectured me about denying Kaden and being rude to him. She was right, It was rude of me to deny him. I just didn't see him helping me, and I thought it was a hassle for him. Afterall. All the other girls never get a ride from him or Coby all the time. They go home on their own. I have to learn to do so too. I stood there was a minute before my eyes noticed someone at my preferable vision. He was right there, near his car. About to get and I look at him.

He finished his talking looking at her, "And one more thing Rose, if anything happens to Damian because of your irresponsibility or negligence then I will personally kill you, keep this thing in your mind..." His face was deadly serious, his black eyes threatening... "Don't worry I'll protect him with my life, you can trust me..." She replied in monotone voice. ******** Simon was standing in front of Damian after handing him Rose's file, Damian was reading each and every word very carefully, he was impressed.. The skills and talents of this girl was extraordinary.... CLASS A FIGHTER.... Name - Rose, (26 years old.) Blood group- O . DOB- 5 March 1994.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.