Gypsy Rose Ebook Novels & Stories

" Let's just fix your wife." I said with a sigh as I powered up my Rosepast. My eyes turned dark red as I held my hands in prayer to my lips " Rosepast." I whispered into my hand, the skin under my collarbone moves apart as a red glass rose glowing purple appears. I lifted my forefingers and middle fingers to create a triangle. The middle petals of the rose start to rotate as the triangle lights up in a purple flame. " Let the past be seen." The middle petals of my Rosepast stop rotating as the outer petals slowly start expanding.

“Come on, man. Rosa’s looking hot tonight. She keeps smiling at you, and you’ve only got eyes for your beer.” Rome looked over at Rosa. She was hot. Long, red hair, and legs that never ended. She was definitely someone he’d be interested in getting to know better--if it weren’t for that phone call earlier. All he could think about was Ella. He’d even looked around the club, wondering if any of these girls could be her. But none of them looked like the picture he had of her in his mind. Dark hair, wide eyes, a beautiful smile…. No, he had a feeling his Ella wasn’t here tonight. “You should at least get up and dance,” Bart said, nudging him with his shoulder. “I need a wingman.”

Mason hung his head down once again. "Luna, it's okay. There's one thing I can do to fix this." I looked up at her. She had a questioning look on her face. "I, Alexandria Rivers, daughter to Beta Edward and Joyce Rivers, reject you, Mason Jackson, future Alpha of the Green Wood pack."

“You crave something you cannot have, and forget to actually love what you have, cara mia.” Rose inhaled deeply, her eyes closed, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. “I guess you’re right about this,” she conceded after a beat, heart heavy, breathing labored. “I know I am,” Flora nodded, a bright smile stretching her lips. “I’mma go find Roman,” Rose got off the chair at once. The moment she did, however, dizziness hit her, an unbearable pain hit her, even as something wet traveled down the length of her leg.

Someone ripped it. April Rose felt like there were a lot of important information about Cassandra Spellflower that was taken out of the book. She felt a surge of eagerness to know more about Cassandra. She flipped the pages of the book hoping to find the ripped pages, but she couldn’t find them. She grabbed a different book, flipped the pages over and over again only to find nothing but dust falling. She grabbed two more books and flipped them in hopes of finding the missing pages. Instead of finding the ripped pages, she noticed something fell from one of the books she just flipped. It was an old photo. She went down on her knees and picked up the photo, and when she flashed the light on it

"Very well." "The night we disappeared, Rose was lured to the forest by the nymphs. We wanted to return it, but it seems as if the nymphs wanted her to meet up with Prince Fred - at least that was what we initially thought. Throughout our journey we happen to pass by the ruins of Gija, where Rose claims to have first seen the spirit." "And you guys thought that I was imagining it." I inserted and earned a scowl from PRINCE Ace.

“Fucking hell. What is happening?” “Oh yeah, I didn’t tell you, did I? It would seem our little Rosa here is a descendant of the fae elder priestess. Rosalie.” I look up at the confused face of my mom and Asteria. When I hear a chiming sound like bells and I turn and walk towards the sound. “Where did that book come from?” my mom asks and Odessa stops her from touching it. “Don’t touch it, Gaia. It can only be opened and read by a fae.” She says, but that makes no sense. Jadara is part fae, and the pages are blank.

“I am ready” The door opened wide and we stepped outside the house where all the gypsies were gathered around dressed in their ceremony clothes. All of them started shrieking and clapping as we passed. It was how the gypsies chased away the bad spirits so the bride could have a happy and prosperous life. The cold air caressed my face and I shivered, tightening my grip on the fur cape. The musicians took my appearance as a sign and as they started walking in front of us, they played one of my favorite songs. Though it was in romany language I could see everyone enjoying the song.

"No one touches you. No one takes what's mine." "Yes—yours," she panting, her voice breaking as her internal muscles clamped down on me in a sudden, violent climax. She shuddered, her head burying into my neck as her body convulsed around mine. I let out a low, animalistic roar, my hips driving up one last time as I blew a thick, heavy load deep inside her, filling her completely while the car drifted slightly on the slick highway. We panted in the dark, our sweat mingling. I didn't let her move. I kept her pinned to my chest as the heavy iron gates of the Rinaldi estate loomed out of the gray morning fog ahead.

The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly. His gaze was full of her. He smiled and pointed to the flowerpot she had just placed nearby. Half teasing, he said, “Then Cecilia is a red rose. Delicate and thorny. Only I can afford to take care of you.” Cecilia turned and looked at the roses Lucas had placed in the room that morning. And tears streamed silently down her face.