Love, Rosie Novels & Stories

Rosie said. "I love someone else. I am married to Alpha Ambrose, so I don't care about Dave. So just let me go so I can go back to Ambrose," I said and attempted to push Rosie off. "I am afraid I can't let you go. Master Dave won't give up on you, so the only way I can get rid of you is to kill you," Rosie hissed and flashed her fangs again. I screamed as she suddenly bit my neck. "Let go of me!" I cried.

He rolled off of me onto the ground holding himself. I stood up and brushed myself off while I watched Mason crying in pain. I felt my anger growing stronger and stronger. How dare he? I'm not his, I'm Wyatts'! That's when the realization hit me. I'm Wyatts'. I may have only just met him, but I already love him. Thankfully, that's normal being a werewolf. It's the mate bond.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

They seemed to express that I didn't want him anymore. Facing 50 acres of land, Jeffrey finally realized that I, like these departed roses, would not return. The roses had been given to another woman by him casually, and its owner would not return because of himself. I would no longer plant flowers for him. He would never see me holding roses and asking him, "The roses are ripe. When are we going to get married?" He realized that roses had feelings too. I was willing to be trapped in a greenhouse by him because of my love for him.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

"Ma'am, please leave. I'm busy. I have a lot of things to do right now." Rosie's voice dropped to a whisper, her words tinged with sadness. "Have you forgotten your promise? You promised not to forsake me. You said you wouldn't turn against me…" "You promised to always be there for me..." Her voice cracked, and she turned away, her eyes welling up with tears. A tear rolled down Rosie's cheek, her eyes red and puffy. She nodded slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Did you make me stay so you could make me go through another version of pain?"

, I begged in-between laughter and tears. "That's not good enough rose" he smirked, flashing his beautifully dimpled cheeks at me. "Mom! Dad!! Help..Please..Royce stop!! I'm sorry." I begged, writhing underneath him like a worm. "Whose the boss Roselle??" he asked shooting me an evil grin. "You are. You're the boss Royce..please stop" I begged trying to pry his fingers off my ribs. "I can't hear you" he shouted, feigning to be deaf

Five years ago, Rosalie Hayes left while Adrian Mercer lay unconscious in a hospital bed. The only thing she left behind was a report saying she had lost their baby. Now she is back in New York. Their son is ill, and Adrian may be the only person who can help. Rosalie plans to get close, ask for what she needs, and return to Paris before he learns the truth. Adrian sees through her from the moment she smiles at him. “If you want something from me, Rosie, marry me first.” She thought their story ended five years ago. Adrian has been waiting to finish it.

“I didn't realize that. You were clearly enjoying it, weren't you? You were screaming and laughing.” “I couldn't help it.” Rosie who was standing at the side all drenched too stared at her parents in a wide smile. It was the first time ever that she saw her parents act all lovey with each other. Previously they would be all cold and bones if they were around each other. Now she could sense that there was no more bad blood between the both of them and they were acting like every other person in love.

Annie pressed on. "Annie, he's just a friend. There's nothing more to it. So stop acting like Mom please. Although he's nice, gentle, kind, accommodating and a very patient man." Rosie said absentmindedly. "Roseline Bainer!" Annie shouted. "You're in love. There is nothing you can say right now to convince me otherwise and from everything I've heard you say, this has got to be the healthiest kind of love you've experienced. O.m.g! Can I meet him already? What's his name?"