Gypsy Rose Book Audiobook Novels & Stories

Romeo stuck out his tongue proudly. I tried to hide my laughter as Rose turned to me, eyes sparkling. Despite her small frame and heels, she still had to tilt her chin up to look at me. “Welcome to purgatory!” she greeted, extending a hand. “Purgatory?” I repeated, confused. Her jaw dropped dramatically. “Haven’t you met Mr. Jazperary RayGibson yet?” She crossed her arms and flopped back into her seat like a defeated contestant. Romeo gently pushed me toward my chair. “She already met him, Rose. Stop gossiping! Get back to work before I get called upstairs again and pee my pants from stress!”

Her hands were shaking as she poured something from a vial onto the soil, whispering words I didn’t recognize. A witch’s tongue. “Don’t move,” I warned Rose, lifting my hand. Then I stepped into the clearing. The moment I did, the temperature plummeted. Gina’s head snapped around. Her eyes locked on mine and they weren’t just afraid. They were broken. “You shouldn’t be here,” she said hoarsely. “This is none of your business anymore.” My chest cracked open at the sound of her voice. “Too bad,” I said roughly. “You’re my business whether you like it or not.”

"Daisy, Julia's emotions have been unstable ever since the pregnancy. Don't take what happened earlier to heart." Daisy said nothing. After a pause, he continued, "Get changed. We have a fundraising gala tonight, and I need you there with me." The fundraising gala was held at a private manor. Daisy walked behind Dario and Julia the entire evening. During the auction, a jade bracelet was brought onto the stage. Daisy raised her paddle. The moment Julia saw it, she immediately joined the bidding. The price climbed all the way to two million. When the auction hammer finally came down, Daisy was the one who won the bid.

Rose looked so excited, I had to chuckle. “You know you’re obsessed,” I told her. “Obsessed with what?” Nate asked. “Rose here reads and writes werewolf porn,” Kimi answered. I snorted at her description of Rose’s reading preferences. “It is not porn,” she tried to defend herself. “Yes, some of them have very steamy sex scenes, but the storyline is more about finding love, and fighting rogues.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Nate said with a shake of his head.

A gentle hand petted through brown locks, and those warm eyes landed on her again, "What is your favorite flower, miss. Croix?" "I like…" She bit his lip, trying to think, but only one answer came to mind, "roses." An amused chuckle hit her ears, "Red ones?" "…No." A simple denial. "Then what is your favorite?" "I don't have one." The laugh sounded again, and Alina felt her cheeks grow hot.

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

“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.

The mounting emotions drive her to take decisive action. With a sudden burst of determination, Rose snatches the torn book from Alexa's hand and forcefully pushes her away. Alexa stumbles, on the verge of tripping, but is saved by Felicia, who swiftly intervenes to prevent any further harm. The professor, appearing at that moment, witnesses the chaotic scene unfolding before him, his voice booming with surprise and concern. He demands an explanation from Rose, using her full name, "Rose White! What the hell is happening here?"

It didn’t help that I was running like my life depended on it, which it might if Ollie’s story really was true. “Jessica,” the sing-song voice called. Every time I heard that voice, I would get the shivers and that made it twice as hard to catch my breath. I raced down a street that had the river on its left while a row of mansions appeared to my right. This was Rosecliffe Way, the street where wealthy Oregonians parked their vacation homes. Meaning they were all empty as the holidays were still two months away. I would find no help here. “Just a little… more…” I gasped.

--- An hour later, they reached the abandoned villa. The storm had weakened, leaving behind a thick fog that wrapped around the trees. Rosemary shivered as she stepped inside. Adrian took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders without a word. Damien lit the fireplace, the crackle of flame the only sound breaking the silence. Rosemary sank into a wooden chair, staring into the fire. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this,” she whispered. “Every time I try to stand up again, the world just laughs at me.”