روايات وقصص ضمن Code Rosie

Covered in wounds, his battered state made it hard to recognize him at all. Rosie then kicked him to the ground before lighting herself a cigarette. “I didn’t expect it to be this tiring to beat up a pig. What a joke,” she remarked, swinging her hands in disgust. “Throw this pig out and don’t let him come in anymore,” she said and then turned around to the exit. It was then she spotted Kaze standing outside the room. Rosie was not surprised to see Kaze, but her blank look turned into a smile when she saw him as if she immediately put on a mask.

Take off your clothes. "Kenny, I want us to talk about-" "I don't want to talk, Rose," he bit out. Ending any protect I had. Not wanting to upset him more than I already have, I complied. I slipped out of the covers and then took off my tank top and panties. I wasn't wearing a bra, so I was completely nude. "Come here."

Black hair braided back, uniform crisp, lips painted just enough to look innocent. She smiled. Soft. Too soft. “I was looking for you,” she said. Her eyes flicked to me, then to Pearl. “Both of you, actually.” Pearl didn’t move. Apollo sat up beside her, alert. Watching Rosie like he wasn’t sure if she was human or not. Neither was I. I stood slowly. “What do you need?” Rosie tilted her head. “Nothing. Just… thought I’d say hi. It’s been a while.”

Jared walked to her and ruffled her hair a little. “You’re so cute, Rosie. How’s your health?” Rosie only nodded. She was only meeting them for the first time and it was normal for her to not want to speak to them and stay on alert. She didn't stop clutching her mother’s arm as she peered at the husband and wife who were speaking about how obviously cute she was. ******

I’m happy we are finally getting married even if it feels surreal and crazy at the same time. Rosie comes out of the bathroom dried off. Her hair is damp. She looks tempting with her rose flushed skin, but we can not be late and we do have to drive a bit. We continue to get dressed. Rosie is in a long black dress with a black lace inset where her stomach is. The dress has a deep V letting her perky breasts give a little show. I can’t wait to fuck her again, but getting there on time is important.

NOLAN POV Maybe it was the alcohol rushing to my head, but she looked more radiant than ever, and my gaze lingered a little longer. She swallowed hard and began to pick up the scattered papers, which were now all over the floor. I offered to help, and once we were done, our eyes locked again. “Sorry, sir.” Mr. Rebel cleared his throat, and I turned to look at him. “This is Rosie. She recently joined us, and she’ll be working as a new personal assistant since Kayleigh decided to have kids instead of doing her job,” he muttered coldly.

“What’s going to be obvious?” Ciel flinched at the sudden question, which cut off his sentence, coming from behind her. He and Maverick both turned around, only to find Maverick’s teenage girl cousin standing at the last step of the floor and looking at the both of them with her brows raised. “Rosie,” Maverick uttered. “Rosie?” Ciel repeated while glancing at Maverick. “That’s her name. She’s Rosie. I forgot to tell you that, didn’t I?”

That statement made her lift her head and stare at me with her wide eyes, she couldn’t possibly think I was a cannibal, right? “What? Do you believe I would do that to you? I’m still normal you know, and I’m Sarah, I’m sure Jodie has told you about me, and why are you here, right?” Again the girl just nodded before lowering her head, I don’t know what she saw down there, but it was enough to annoy me. “Rosie, you better not make me mad or I will literally eat you alive, come and sit here, make yourself comfortable,” Rosie came over to me and sat in front of me, she looked awkward, her eyes trying to avoid my gaze, she should be lucky if someone wanted to help her.

“I’ll allow it.” The city at night always looks like it’s in on a secret. The ride to the casino passes in a blur of headlights and laughter. Rosie drives like she lives, fast, fearless, and with one hand wrapped around the wheel like she owns it. She keeps stealing glances at me, grinning. “Stop fidgeting.” “I’m not.” “You are. You’ve adjusted that dress like twelve times already.” “It’s because this slit keeps trying to introduce my thigh to the world.”

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”