Keluarga Rossa Novels & Stories

“Did she hurt her?” “As I have already told you, Rosa saved her life. Elsa would be dead right now if it wasn't for Rosa.” “But she isn’t a doctor. I’ve seen her around, picking plants, plucking fruit from trees. She ignores everyone.” “You and I see things very differently, Lola. But if you must know, Rosa has been a part of this family for a very long time. And I will not tolerate anyone talking about her like this.” She closes her mouth, her dark eyes on me.

"How would you, you always had your pretty nose in a book, and never made he time to look at the people around you, right Rosie?" My nose crinkled in distaste at the name. Even though my name was Rosette, my family preferred the childish version of it, and unfortunately everyone picked up the name. I didn't like it, but they called me that anyway, and I just let them be. I knew that once I left, I would be Rosette and that's that, so having someone call me that here of all places, I didn't like it, not one bit. "My name is Rosette, and I would appreciate it if you would call me that." I stated firmly. He scoffed at that, shaking his head lightly.

She came from tenacious family that worked their way up from Middle rank to high rank in just a couple of years this is something that many people are not able to achieve for decades some even their entire lifetime, and while they were not the most ethical people sometimes when it came for the Battle of power ethics wasn't always at the forefront some moves were simply under handed and cruel. But even with her parents aside the more he knew about Rosa the more frustrated he grew to be with his brother, as Luna she had left her mark on Everwood's pack, all this time he thought that his brother was actually getting his act together and making big moves when in reality it was probably all becau

Murmurs rose from the crowd of students and even some parents who came to drop off their kids off on the first day stared at the black limo. ‘Isn’t that Ivy Ronald’s limo’ a female student said staring at the vehicle. ‘How do you know that’ a male student arrogantly asked. ‘You idiot’ the female students huffed hitting his head making him glare at her ‘isn’t that her parents company logo’ she said pointing to a sticker on the tinted window of the vehicle. Countless gasps were heard among the crowd as they stared at the limo. ‘It is her’ the male student said grinning ear to ear while the female student huffed in annoyance.

“Wait. Is Rose blonde, tall and slender? Has fair skin and hazel eyes?” “It’s amber, not hazel,” I corrected. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Are you out of your mind? She’s part of Cosa Nostra, or did you forget? Rosaline Guerra is off-limits to you, brother. Always has been. Don’t tell me you took that as a challenge.” “She was never a fucking challenge,” I roared back. “She’s part of Cosa Nostra?” Ma breathed, utterly shocked. “I thought she was an outsider.”

"Rossi heir messing with a Conti woman? Good gossip. Not explosive." "It’s more than that." I entered the passcode. The footage played—Alexander’s confession, the kiss, Isabella’s mocking commentary. Silvio’s eyebrow lifted. "Okay. That’s family-meeting material. Choosing a Conti over a Moretti—that’s not just cheating. That’s betrayal." "I want it broadcast," I said flatly. "Tomorrow. Noon sharp—when the ceremony’s supposed to start." He whistled. "Dangerous. The Rossis will come for me."

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’

Rosa is the smallest in the group and she is also the youngest. Besides that, Rosa had black eyes and black hair that is usually found in East Asia. However, Rosa's face didn’t look like the East Asian at all. This is because Rosa’s father is from the Middle East. She has black hair and black eyes same as her mother, but her straight nose, big eyes, and beautiful natural eyebrows are hundred percent inherit her father's genes.

“The sooner, the better, right? We can also monitor their movements before one week is over.” “Ahem, I guess it needs to hold off, Rohan.” “Beta Rojja! Glad you're here. Please tell him it's impossible to go to the other side right now." Rohan clicked his tongue with Rojja's appearance. The two are close cousins, descended from the Bin Roshad family, known for their good looks and silver hair. Apart from their faces, what makes the difference between Rojja and Rohan is the color of their eyes.

"I need you to tell me everything you remember about your brother, tonight, before we ride back to the house. Every detail, no matter how small it seems, could matter now." Rosa's eyes filled with tears again, but she nodded, sitting back down slowly on the pew as though bracing herself for a story she had spent thirty years trying not to tell even to herself. "His name was Alessio," she began. "And he loved this family more than he ever let any of us see, until the day he decided that loving us was not enough to save him from what he owed."