Grandma Rosiepuff Novels & Stories

she said the second Rose closed the car door. “I’ll just slather myself in Bath and Body Works lotion. Kimi says it tastes disgusting. Besides, what’s the point of broadcasting that you like to turn into a hairy beast and shit in the woods? Nobody would believe that someone as prissy as you would do that.” My Rose has guts, I’ll give her that.

“The shea butter is for the skin tissue, it helps to smoothen it.” “I think you are meant to do great things my child.” Grandma Rose stated proudly as a gleeful smile drew on her face. The knocking on the door startled us both and Grandma Rose went to open it. We exchanged a look, we weren’t expecting anyone. Elder Bella was standing below the small steps that led into the cozy cabin. Her permanent scowl on her face was replaced with a meaner one, full of anger. As a woman on a mission she sauntered forward with her finger raised in the air, landing it on my chest poking me with it.

Roseline Palmer: Roseline Palmer is a determined and ambitious young woman with expressive hazel eyes. Her long and graceful Chestnut hair, adding to her approachable charm. Standing at an average height of 5"8, she exudes confidence and resilience. She normally dresses like a smart secretary during work and casual baggy clothing in her private hours. She loves fruits and dislikes excessive wastage of good food, she's the submissive type and extremely daring when angered. Roseline's POV

Rose pulled a smile, feeling a sense of delight as she will meet her grandmother who she hadn’t seen for years. Upon noticing the name, the door quickly opened. Rushing from inside was Grandmother Jane, “Oh my is Rosey my beloved granddaughter!” Without a word, her grandma tugged her into a warm embrace, causing for her to smile. “Grandma how are you?” Rose asked at once, finding her grandmother who had became much smaller compared to her memory bending her body forward. “I’m alright my dear, oh is Josie and your parents not here?” Grandma Jane asked as she found a strange woman standing right behind Rose.

The name hit like thunder splitting the sky. He jerked his head toward Adeline. "What did you say? Who is she?" Adeline's lips curled into a faint, bitter smile. "I'm Adeline. And she's Rose. Now do you get it?" When I was three, I became an orphan. Helen Murphy from the orphanage found me and gave me the name Rose. Two years later, a little boy arrived. He was quiet and distant. He never played with the others; he was always the target of their bullying.

Luke asked. Gladys waved a dismissive hand. "Oh, forgive me, I am getting ahead of myself. We were talking about your great-grandmother, Daisy?" She pointed a long, manicured finger at my mother. "Your great grandmother was the very first Rose, do you know what that means?” She asked.

"I am allergic to rose oil! Dad knows about it! And Avril was the one who told the maids to smother my bed in rose oil! Dad was the one who found out about it…" Layla exclaimed, crying pitifully as she nursed her stinging cheek. "You're still trying to lie about it!" Eric roared, suddenly stepping forward and grabbing her by her collar. He tightened his hold on her, lifting her up. And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground.

“You look beautiful, Rose.” “Thank you,” I managed, offering her a genuine smile. Grandpa kissed my cheek, his smile warm. “Well, isn’t she wonderful, Ryan?” Ryan’s mouth curved, his words pitched low enough for only us to hear. “Wonderful enough to eat.” Heat rushed to my cheeks. Grandpa laughed. “Stop teasing her, you two,” Grandma scolded lightly before linking her hand with mine. “Come, dear. I want you to meet some of my friends.”

Baby Robbie said, “I regret coming here, Sis Rosie. I shouldn’t take advantage of your feelings toward me.” Rosie smiled and said, “Don’t be pressured. This is my own choice.” Baby Robbie nodded. The next day. Rosie brought Baby Robbie, who was dressed up in disguise, to pay a visit to the elders of the Bell family. Rosie came to the entrance of the Bell household. After reporting to the family, someone informed her that the butler would bring her in the meet Old Master Bell. Rosie was finally meeting her grandfather. She was touched. After all, she had been wandering outside for many years. She still had a deep desire to experience some familial ties. How could she not feel touched after se