Love, Rosie Novels & Stories

She had been foolish to believe him He promise to love her but now he didn't seem to care about her at all. She tightened her fist in fury. She got the message. He was no longer in ove with her. He had used her…slept with her…gotten what he wanted like the rest… She remained in the same position as everyone left the room. Why was she so unfortunate? Rosie's words are still stuck with. “You like him and when something is real, people see it. You can’t hide that.” Rubbish!..She soon realised Rosie doesn't have an idea of what she was going through.

She stood up. Rosie raised her hands up, “Tell me why I don't suit to be His wife. I also want riches and power. I don't want to be known as his favorite maid’s daughter? I fell from the stairs trying to stop him from being bullied by Dylan. So why can't I be his wife?” Red stared at her like she was crazy. “Rosie, you can leave now. I will wait for your feedback.” “Trust me Red.” She bowed and walked away.

She snapped at my dad, "You used money to force my family into a marriage! That's disgusting! I was gonna give Quinn a shot, but he treated me like I was already his. He doesn't even know how lucky he was!" Then she spun on Yvette. "And you—some knockoff playing house with Quinn. It's pathetic." Gordon turned ghost white and rushed to yank her offstage. "Rosie! Shut your mouth! Get down, now!" Before he could, a voice cut through the noise. Caleb came running in and dropped to his knees in front of me, tears in his eyes. "Quinn! Rosie and I love each other! I'm begging you—stop trying to steal her!"

"What the hell is your problem?!" "My problem is you, Alexander. Your love is my sole objective, and your touch my life desires. I'm empty without you; can't you see that?" she said in a low, seemingly seductive tone. Rosie walked close to me and sat on my table, pushing me a little farther. She opened her legs right in front of my eyes. Rosie inserted her left hand into her pussy while she guarded my head back to the view of her pussy.

Cooper muttered, frustratedly running his fingers through his hair. "But you promised Curtis that you would look out for her," Gerald pointed out. "Whatever," Cooper shrugged. Ivory shook her head at her brother's heartless behavior and turned to the girl, asking, "Why do you always come here?" Rosie spoke with teary eyes, her voice barely a whisper. "I love him, but I know he doesn't love me. He hates me, but I don't mind." Ivory felt immense sympathy for the girl, but she couldn't help but be concerned about her appearance. She asked, "Is that all?"

Andy grumbled to Rosie, “Sis Six, how could you let him go just like that?” Rosie said despondently, “True love can’t be hindered by anyone else.”

Daisy leaned in and whispered frantically into my ear, “Let’s go back. This is Rosie. If she gets out of here, the first man she’ll try to seduce is Prince Lucian. She’s dangerous.” Rosie didn’t even flinch. “I can vow that I will not use my skills on Prince Lucian. I will give you my loyalty. If I ever look at your mate with a bad eye, may the goddess strike me dead.” “You took a vow in the name of your god,” Daisy reminded her, voice shaky. “I did,” Rosie said simply. I exhaled, then nodded. “I accept your condition.” Rosie smiled like a queen who had just acquired a new kingdom.

“Robbing and loving each other. That’s what they do for maybe over a decade. Until they have me.” Rosie is really good in hiding her emotion. She keeps her face straight. But no matter how good she is, I can still notice her getting tense. She is looking at the ground, then slowly letting her gaze drift up to me.She chuckled halfheartedly, concealing her ‘not so subtle’ forced smile.

I paused tilting my head at the sight of Tommy's tongue buried deep in some girl's mouth. What was her name again? Anastasia. Stacy. Who the fuck cares. “You do know he only wants to fuck you right?” They ripped away from each other. Her cheeks tinted in red as she glanced at me. “Christ.” Tommy hissed. “The fuck do you want, Rosie?” I shrugged. “Tommy isn't going to dump me, he said he loved me.” “Yeah, Rosie. Now how about you fuck off.” I stared at her pitifully.

Rosie nearly choked. “Desiree!” “What?” “We're not getting married.” “Why not?” The smile faded from Rosie's face. “Because he wasn't being gentle with me.” Desiree frowned. “What do you mean?” Rosie looked down at her hands. “He thought I was someone else.” Silence settled between them. “Someone else?” Rosie nodded. “I think there's a woman he loved when he was living in France.” Desiree stared. “A woman?” “Mhm.”