Dress Rosa Novels & Stories

On Benedict Bradford’s birthday, he posted a link on social media with a taunting offer: [$1.99 buys you a prank—target: Sansa Stormcloud.] So when I arrived at his party, the guests drenched me in water, hurled glasses, smashed cake in my face, and shoved me down the stairs. Benedict sneered as he stood over me, arm slung around Lina Kipling. “You think you’re fit to marry into the Bradfords? Pathetic. “You’re not even in Lina’s league. You’re worth nothing more than a couple of dollars!” I picked myself up, dusted off my dress, and handed him an invitation. “You know, Benedict, the Bradfords have another heir. “And shortly afterwards, you’ll address me respectfully as your sister-in-law.”

He left her at the altar. She returned with his child and the power to ruin him. Arabella Monroe steps into the boardroom with ice in her veins and a little girl by her side who has Roman Callahan’s exact eyes. Seven years ago, she stood in a wedding dress, humiliated and pregnant, as Roman vanished without a word. Now, the tables have turned. Roman’s tech empire is crumbling. Hers is rising faster, louder, and unstoppable. And the one patent that could save his company? Arabella owns it. She came for business. She came for blood. But when old sparks reignite and buried betrayals claw their way back, Arabella must decide: Can she destroy the man who broke her without breaking what’s left of her heart?

He pushed me to the wall and quickly guided me with both hands so that I couldn't escape "You are going no where, you can't escape from me today. I must have you, your body and soul is mine!" "please stop this, I have a boyfriend!". "Boyfriend? From today onwards, I will be the only one to make love to you". He tore the front part of my dress, revealing my bra that was holding my huge firm breasts in place. I attempted to cover up myself and run away but his grip on my hands was too strong. I kicked him at his manhood area and he was weakened and finally, I could escape. But as I ran to the door and tried to open it, I realized that it was locked with its key removed!!

On the night of her anniversary, Anna Santos walks into her boyfriend’s bedroom wearing the red dress her best friend helped her choose… only to find them together in his bed. Humiliated and betrayed, she runs into the rain—and into the life of Xavier Cortez, a powerful CEO known for his cold control and untouchable reputation. Weeks later, the world is shocked when Xavier announces his bride. No one expected it to be Anna. Not her ex. Not her former best friend. Not even Xavier himself. What begins as a contract marriage soon turns into something far more complicated as Anna steps into a world of power, pressure, and hidden expectations. But when her past resurfaces and threatens everything she’s built… will she remain the wife they never expected— or the woman no one can replace?

Accidentally murdered the bride? Check. Forced to marry the cursed Alpha who’s lost six wives? Check. Now wearing her dress, dragged to his bed, while the pack waits outside for proof he’s fucked me raw? Double check. Remi was just trying to catch her cheating boyfriend in the act. Instead, she tripped, ripped lace, and cracked a skull. Now Alpha Nero Blackwater owns her. “Bride for bride,” he growls. “You owe me a wedding… and a womb.” The curse kills his mates before dawn. Unless he plants an heir fast. But something’s wrong. What if there was never a curse at all? One night to survive. One claiming to break everything. One Alpha who’ll fuck her senseless… even if it’s the last thing she feels.

On our wedding night, my fiancé's best friend barged into our room for the third time, claiming a wedding prank. Having had enough, I warned Sam Whitman that if we didn't consummate our marriage that night, it was as good as over. He glanced at my half-unbuttoned dress and dismissed my words as a tantrum. Then Candace Lombard stormed in for the ninth time, ripped off the covers, and livestreamed our intimate moments. Sam merely pushed me aside and told me to be understanding. She climbed into our bed, smirking as she claimed the spot between us. "Wedding night prank? I get it," I grinned, leaning into her livestream camera. "Alright, everyone, fire up those donations! I'm about to let my husband take a mistress live. Let's make it a show!"

"What is it? Who sent it?" "It's the usual," Lucy replied with a shrug. "Ah," Adrienne took the package from Lucy and opened it. Inside, there was a red, sexy dress and matching heels, along with a note. The note read, "Wear this tonight ~ BOSS." ***** Adrienne is a woman who has it all - brains, beauty, money, power and a heart that's been closed off for years. Adrienne's past has left her crippled emotionally, and the only constants in her life are her successful business and personal assistant, Daniel. But when Ryan, the heir to a conglomerate, enters her life, she feels a spark of curiosity, not love or infatuation. As their relationship develops, Adrienne is confronted with the painful reality of her past and the people responsible for it. She's faced with a choice: to follow her heart or seek revenge. Will she find peace or further heartbreak?

Four years of endless back-to-back IVF and pack doctor appointments, and Rosa Gates, the Princess Luna of Everwoods pack, is ready to wave the white flag to ever getting pregnant. She is pushed aside and regarded with deep disdain by many pack members for being a ‘cursed childless husk’ and a threat to the Royal lineage. Her only consolation, the balm to her breaking heart was her mate Alpha prince Kelvin. That is, until he becomes the thorn in her flesh. He impregnated her best friend, who was also his secretary, and split her world down the middle. She leaves with a heavy heart and a burning desire to start anew, not knowing that something had already changed about her–three innocent lives were growing within her. She returns after seven years, stronger than all those who had stomped on her and ready to conquer. Kelvin, still childless and buried in debt, tries to crawl back into her life but she turns around and entwines her arms with his biggest rival, his older brother, the crown prince, and says; “It's too late my children already have a father,”

At Ryder Quinn’s kindergarten parent-child sports day, I expected my husband, Michael Quinn, to be away on a business trip. Instead, I found Michael on stage, dressed in a ballet tutu, dancing as one of the "little swans" in the fathers’ performance. I had barely taken a step forward when a little girl in a floral dress darted into his arms, calling out to him in the sweetest voice, "Daddy!" There they stood: Michael, his assistant, Janine Carter, and her daughter—all in matching family outfits. The moment our eyes met, Michael quickly pulled away from her, fumbling for an excuse. "Janine’s a single mom. It isn’t easy for her. I was just helping out." I smiled, cold and steady, and handed him the divorce papers. "Then, do me a favor too, Michael. Stop wasting my youth."

Colter Giordano, my fiancé of six years, heir to the Giordano family, took a bullet for a dancer named Mia. He didn't take one for me. A bullet tore through my shoulder. Blood bloomed across my dress, hot and sticky. But my heart hurt worse. He asked if I was okay. Just once. Then he rushed Mia to the hospital, leaving me bleeding on the floor. The next day, Mia's picture popped up on my Instagram feed. There she was, in a luxury hospital suite. Colter was fussing over a scratch on her arm that was barely there. The caption was just two words: "My Hero." I liked the post. Then I made an encrypted call. "The Falcone family's offer," I said. "I'm taking it. Get me on a plane to Sicily. Three days."