Love, Rosie Novels & Stories

Ethan Leo, CEO of the Leo Empire, was infamous for his cold-hearted nature, shaped by the loss of his mother at a tender age. Love was a foreign concept to him until Sasha unexpectedly entered his life, igniting a passion he couldn't ignore. Determined to possess her, Ethan found an opportunity to make Sasha his, when she crossed paths with his Mafia cartel. Unbeknownst to all, Ethan's public facade masked a darker identity: Hades, the mastermind behind the world's most notorious criminal syndicate.

Alaric and I had been mates for five years, and I had believed with all my heart that I would become the first female Gamma of the pack by proving myself in the warrior’s trial. I had trained relentlessly, sharpening my claws and honing my instincts, ready to fight for my rightful place. But fate had other plans. Three days before the trial, I was ambushed by rogues. They didn't just attack me—they hunted me like prey. They tormented me with the silver knife so that my wolf was dead. The scent of death clung to me, my wolf howling in agony, desperately trying to heal, but the wounds ran too deep. As I lay barely conscious on the blood-stained sheets, I heard my husband's cold, indifferent voice. "Is she dead?" The witch doctor hesitated before answering, "No, but—" "It doesn’t matter," Alaric interrupted, Coat her wounds with wolfsbane and silver—make sure it seeps into her blood, burns through her veins, and poisons her wolf beyond repair. I want her body to reject her own nature, so she will never heal. There will only be one Gamma in this pack, and that's Serina." In that moment, the truth became clear—I had never truly stood a chance in the warrior’s trial I had dreamed of. The battle had been decided long before I ever stepped into the arena.

A COLLECTION OF SHORT LOVE STORIES. 1. FATED TO LOVE YOU She wasn't looking for love; yet, found it in the least expected person. When Dr. Mahnoor first laid eyes on Captain. Dr. Haider, she couldn't fathom even in her wildest dreams the mess she was about to get herself into. Haider, who was a , quirky and charming neurosurgeon, could hardly be described as anything except trouble personified. The kind of man, whom she never thought she could give a second thought about, least of all get involved with.Yet, little did she know that all her prayers had led her to someone, who was going to challenge everything she had ever believed in and break down the barriers she had spent a lifetime building. Fate brought them together but love tore them apart. 2. A LITTLE BIT OF LOVE Hoorain is done with her studies and ready to be thrown into all this marriage business. But what she isn't prepared for, is meeting the dashing and arrogant Hadeed who is not only far from her ideal type but a cold jerk whom she wishes to have nothing to do with. Hadeed is coldhearted and ruthless to anyone who messes with him. His past still haunts him and he measures a person's worth on that scale. Yet, he finds it hard to ignore the girl who dares challenge him at every step. Despite their mutual hatred, the two get thrown into a marriage pact. What do you do when you realise that the world is not all that it seems and you have battles to fight that you didn't sign up for? Can the two overcome their hatred and heal each other, mending the broken pieces of their souls? Or will the reality of their world tear them down even more?

After setting a date with my online boyfriend to meet in person on New Year's Eve, I prepare a dress that will drive him mad. I also prepare a gift for him. To my surprise, he brings his twin brother with him. That's not all—he's only reserved one hotel room. I laugh when I see the identical faces before me.

Tragedy strikes when 5-year-old Isadora, a bright and beautiful girl, is blinded by unknown gunfire. Her devoted mother, Mrs. Lisa, is determined to restore her daughter's sight, but their financial struggles and lack of resources seem insurmountable. As Mrs. Lisa desperately seeks help, she faces rejection and heartlessness from Mrs. Elena, the wealthy and cruel wife of Mr. Frank. However, a glimmer of hope emerges when Mrs. Elena agrees to help with the surgery costs if a donor can be found within two months. Isadora's resilience and kindness shine through as she navigates her new reality, and a chance encounter with Andrew, the son of Mr. Frank, brings a sense of connection and possibility. Will Isadora's sight be restored, or will her life forever be changed by this tragedy?

When Nora's world is shattered by a scandalous betrayal from her past, a tangled web of secrets and lies threatens to destroy her. As she fights to clear her name, she must confront the ultimate question: can she trust the one man who holds her heart and her future in his hands?

Lena Marchetti, twenty-eight, operates on fumes. Her father Marco's cancer treatments have swallowed her savings and the final credits of her degree. She interns at Croft Industries, a glass tower engineered to diminish. She is invisible, sweat gluing her blouse to her spine, until she drops Julian Croft's Montblanc pen. The crack on marble halts breath. She scrabbles on cold stone. When she lifts her chin, Julian crouches beside her. He doesn't retrieve the pen. He waits. His gray eyes hold hers, and heat floods her neck, damp and unwelcome. "You break it, you buy it," he says. "And you can't afford it." He leaves her kneeling. At 3:17 AM, her phone blares: Croft. Office. One hour. She goes. His office smells of leather and ozone. He slides a contract across the desk. Six months. Exclusivity. Her compliance. In exchange, her father's debt dissolves. Her signature slants, barely legible. After her best friend Dani labels Julian a sociopath, Lena sobs in the service elevator. He finds her. "Come with me." He escorts her to a 24-hour diner. He orders cherry pie, slides it across formica. She is wrecked—blotched skin, swollen lids. He studies her as if memorizing the topography of her distress. He teaches her to fence. She lunges, jabs his ribs. He laughs in that rusted, startled way that travels up her calves. She registers: I manufactured that sound. Elara Vance, Julian's former mentor who sold his first deal for a board seat, resurfaces. She invites Lena to lunch, offers employment. "He'll never perceive you as an equal. Work for me. Become a threat." The words burrow. Lena's palms dampen at his touch. While Julian travels, she picks the lock of a hidden room. A library.

Dante Perez was on top of the world. Or so everyone thought as they looked at the young billionaire. Haunted by the memories of his past, he shuts everyone out of his beyond messed up life. It was all possible, until he met innocent Athena Williams who had her fair share of demons. Struggling to keep up a front with her parents and messed up boyfriend, she finds comfort in the arms of Dante. That was until his past came back to haunt them both. The last thing Athena expects happens; finding love in the broken. But is the broken capable of falling in love?

Shah Zain was holding her with one hand while opening his shirt button with the other hand. Meanwhile, he didn't let Minal separate from him for a moment. "Shah Zain please, it's not right time, it's too early." She was trying hard to control her unsteady condition, but who was listening to her? "Nothing is early Minal.... and today you can't stop me..... because today you himself come close to me." He picks her up in his arms and lays her on the bed. He bends on Minal while saying that. Feeling his lips on her neck, Minal feels like losing herself. "Shah Zain please....." For the last time, she tried to free herself from his hold. But Shah Zain again stops her from uttering anything. He just wants to feel Minal's closeness with himself. He wants to say how much he loves her.

🅰🅱🅾🆄🆃 🆃🅷🅴 🆂🆃🅾🆁🆈 "ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴀʙᴏᴜᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ" ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅʟʏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ. ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱʜᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ?