Inevitable Shain Rose Novels & Stories

But then how could she deny all the times in past when he helped her from he toughest of the situations No matter what was the truth, she couldn’t deny the fact that he was her saviour back then and even now, she knew well that he was the only one who could get Shain to her She sighed, “Mon what’s the next scene?,” ** “Sid, when do you plan to announce our engagement to everyone?,” Rose rode on her horse calmly side to side with her favourite man, since she came of age, Siddharth was the only man she had ever loved and wanted to be with, she followed him everywhere as a little girl,completely smitten by him

Alexander: You're a beautiful flower that I'm starting to really like. I squealed silently...if that's even possible...in excitement, a goofy grin overtaking my features. This was definitely a scene straight out of one of my romance novels. Rosette: So in this category, what do I call you? Best to play it safe for now. Alexander: Choose Rosette: What if I don't want to? Alexander: You have to, so please do. Rosette: Fine Rosette: Alexander No reply, I waited for what seemed like minutes but was actually just seconds.

I decided to move forward anyway. The smell of suffocation lingered in the air almost driving me away from the place. Yet, we slowly made our way inside. I observed Lisa as she confidently strode in like she owned the place. I trailed behind her while she waved at different people and finally took a halt at a spot. "You seem to know a lot of people here", I said, spotting her doing a weird eye thing to someone, followed by a wave. " I sure do. This is how you survive when you're one of the only girls in the kind of work we do, Haven.", she said, reminding me of Aiden with her mysterious words.

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.