Carmen Rosales Novels & Stories

Rosemary The kitchen was quiet, the early morning stillness broken only by the soft hum of the coffee maker. I cradled the warm mug in my hands, letting the comforting aroma waft over me. The first sip was always the best part of the day, a moment of calm before the inevitable chaos. But just as the cup touched my lips, a shriek pierced the air. I nearly dropped the mug, my heart jumping in surprise. “You must be Rosemary!” A whirlwind of energy burst into the kitchen, and I found myself face-to-face with a young woman with bright blonde hair and an infectious grin. She radiated enthusiasm, her dark brown eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and excitement as she practically bounced toward

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

POV: Martinez’s PO My breath locked in my throat as I stared at the glowing phone screen. The live security feed from my private study was crystal clear, but the sight inside made my blood turn to pure, churning ice. The slender figure in the black silk cloak was standing right at my terminal, the silver flash drive blinking as it sucked decades of Rinaldi blood money records out of my encrypted mainframe. When she turned her face toward the lens, her dark red lips stretched into that familiar, wicked smile. The facial structure, the high cheekbones, the cold arrogance—it looked exactly like Seraphina Meyers.

I stopped myself from going too far and quickly stuttered, “Can we just… get the certificates already?” He flashed me a casual smile, and I turned crimson all over again. I looked away before he could notice, my heart hammering in my chest. I began to wonder if I was the only one who still remembered that night. He didn’t mention It. His eyes were unreadable—calm, cold, and utterly impossible to read. I stepped forward, signed my name on the small red certificate, and swore my vows. Just like that, I became a married woman. Mrs. Rodriguez.

I looked at Spencer, who was also looking at the newcomer now. "Mrs. Rosales, it's you?" I greeted her as I was standing now. She looked darkly at Spencer that she could kill now. I looked at her two hands that were now clenched and both down. What is this again? "You will rot in jail... I will make sure..." Mrs. Rosales, her jaw tensing now as she glared at Spencer. I frowned. What's this? "Mrs. Rosales?” I wish I'd shut up. I would never have seen her murderous look thrown at me. My breathing seems to have stopped now that my head suddenly hurts.

"You're stunning, Rajkumari." "But I don't want someone to love me for my beauty!" Ahankara snapped, taking her hands away fron Neharika's and turning away from her. "I don't want to be the Moon," she said softly. "And you're not," Neharika replied, turning her around. "You're a unique Rose, Rajkumari. The most beautiful one to ever exist." "And he's made of flames," Ahankara whispered, feeling a chill run down her spine. "He's gonna destroy me as soon as he touches me, Neharika."

To complete her outfit, Carmen wore a delicate silver pendant necklace and matching stud earrings, adding a touch of sparkle to her overall appearance. Carmen's hairstyle for the occasion was a work of art in itself. She had her dark, glossy hair styled in loose, cascading waves that framed her face and flowed gracefully down her back. A few strategically placed bobby pins secured her hair on one side, creating an asymmetrical look that exudes effortless elegance. She had also opted for a natural makeup look, with soft smoky eyes and a subtle rose-pink lip color that enhanced her natural beauty.

The awkward orphan with pigtails and oversized glasses, the girl everyone mocked, the girl Gary Beaumont destroyed. Rosa Caldwell no longer existed. Now there was only Rosaura Morales. And tonight was the night Gary Beaumont’s empire began to fall.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

Rosa's restless footsteps echoed in front of the grand Romano's Mansion. Anxious anticipation coursed through her veins, fueled by her desire to catch a glimpse of Andrea. She had grown weary of Celine's manipulative games and was now resolved to expose her deceitful nature to the Romanos. Celine had made it abundantly clear during their last conversation that she had no intention of relinquishing her hold on Robert. Rosa's heart raced as her thoughts spiraled, until the sudden ring of her phone snapped her back to reality. Without bothering to check the caller's ID, she hastily answered.