La Rosa Novelas e Histórias

she smiled but she wasn’t looking at Rain, she was looking at Alexander. “I’ll lead the way,” the woman even had deep dimples in her cheek when she smiled, she also looked like she knew the kind of effect she had on the people around her. “I’m Rosa Valentine,” she said even though no one fucking asked her for her name. “I’m the manager, the second I heard that you were having a meeting in our humble establishment, I took it upon myself to welcome you personally and see to it that everything will be to your liking,” Great, she was also an ass kisser.

Bella hurriedly went out to go get what I had ordered her to do. With my hand still forcefully clutching a lock of hair, I turned her around so that I could look at her face. VANESSA.... The grip on my hair was so tight and it made me want to cry, but I had bit down hard on my lips. I cussed loudly when I bit down on the sore in my lips. I tasted my own blood.

Elsa “Deadly Nightshade?” “Humans may also know it as ‘Belladonna’.” Rosa is staring back at her cottage “I’m sorry, Alpha Rex. I should have recognised it. When I saw her stomach, I should have known.” “Rosa, you recognised it eventually.” Rex mutters but his grey eyes are on me. “No. This isn’t good enough.” Rosa scolds herself. “I could have killed her.” “But you didn’t.” Rex tries to reassure her as she continues to blame herself.

She yearns for an escape, longing to find a place where she can live peacefully, free from the burdens that weigh her down. Saisha, noticing Rose's restless pen-clicking, musters the courage to inquire about her concerns. Rose takes a deep breath, shaking her head in response. Saisha persists, stating her curiosity and wondering what could be bothering Rose. Rose turns to face her, a smile gracing her lips as she retorts, "Not all of us are born with roses, Saisha. I was born with thorns that will continue to prickle me all my life."

Rosa said, trying not to match his tone, one of them had to be calm, and it looked like she had to be that person. “Look, I’m sorry I’m just… I’ve had a rough day.” He said this time meekly making Rosa smile in triumph. “It’s fine, I fully comprehend that. I’m Rosalina, Rosa for short.” She said, stretching her hands to him. “Hello, beautiful rose. I’m Damon.” He said, taking her hand in his, he brushed his lips against it. Rosa felt her insides melting at not just his voice, but the feel of his smooth, slightly calloused palm and the light tickle of his mustache against her skin.

A hefty tip. The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she took it and uttered a low thanks before going back to do her job. "Yes," I murmured, still getting used to being associated with a name I knew almost nothing about except for the power and protection that came with it. "Nikolai," he held out a hand. "It is nice to meet you, Black Rose." I took his hand, not wanting to be rude. His palms were soft, dry, and the warmth of it caught me off guard. He held me longer than necessary before letting go.

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

It smelled sweeter, but she could not figure out the other part of this rose fragrance. “Lovely isn’t it?” Vastria turned around to where the voice came from. The voice was warm and not startling. Lily Rosenburg stood before her with a few cut roses in her arms, clearly de-thorned. “I have never seen anything like this rose.” Vastria responded turning back to the rose.

"Saturday would be wonderful. You know I trust Rosalia's taste." Rosalia glowed. "It's going to be beautiful," she said softly. "Gold and white, maybe some dark red roses. A union of elegance and danger just like you two." "Danger is our game," Fiorella breathed, giving me a glance. A glint in her eye brought my heart to a stop.

At the mention, the air shifted slightly. The Red Devils. Led by Rosa Rodrigo. Unlike Tiana, who rose through calculated manipulation and strategic alliances, Rosa didn’t negotiate. She dominated. “Rosa thinks because she has outside connections, she’s untouchable,” Vanessa scoffed. Tiana’s eyes hardened slightly. “She’s not stupid. That’s the difference.” Across the yard, near the far fence, Rosa stood surrounded by her own circle. She wasn’t loud. She didn’t need to be. Power radiated from her in quiet waves.