Miss Lady Rose Novels & Stories

Rose told her. _______ "Charm, come on now because I want you to meet with one of our special guests. Me Richard this is, Charm," Mrs. Rhoda said with a wide smile as she introduced both Rose and a plump man in medicated glasses to her. "Hello beautiful, why don't you take a seat?" He gently offered. "Thank you!" Rose said, taking the sit next to him. "Madame, I want you to bring the most expensive ladies' drink for the beautiful lady right here!" He instructed Mrs. Rhoda who nodded in affirmation before glaring in the direction of Rose.

Miss Rose said at Mila, making me wince at her words. Is this her true personality? This version of hers is far too different from the woman I saw earlier in the Lockhart mansion. "Enough with that, Rose. There's a more important thing that we should do now," Mila said to Miss Rose while looking at Danrious and me, who were both sitting on the floor since this house still had no furniture. "Ah, yes, you're right," Miss Rose replied and looked at us as well. Then, she sighed and carefully put Sir Darenn down since she was still carrying her. Then, Miss Rose and Mila sat in front of Danrious and me.

Rose is a daughter of a business tycoon in the name of Amore Riverstood and her mother Camel Riverstood, who is also the despised mother of Henry. Upon learning about her mother’s sins, Rose or Merajane as she is really called starts to go against their words and became a rebel. At the age of 16, she runs away with her nanny who is actually the one I have been meeting as Rose’s mother, Mrs. Angie Domingo. They settled as a mother and daughter while living a normal and simple life. Behind her cover as Rose, she is using her money for charities and adoption houses. Hiding her true identity can also help her from being drag by her parents back to their house. The money Rose is getting from her

Dusk was coming and I was yet to collect the books I wanted from Goodness. "Come and sit down with me," Miss Rose offered. "I am sorry but I don't have that much time." "Why not?" "Because I have somewhere to be now." "Are you afraid that I am going to rape you?" "That is ridiculously stupid for you to say," I insisted. "Do I look like an indecent woman to you?" Miss Rose hollered. "There are a lot of women who would talk about sex with a younger guy and not desire to have anything to do with them."

“Miss Rose is in the VIP room. Follow me.” I follow her quietly for a while until she walks to a door and opens it for me. I walk inside. Rose looks up at me, then I realize she's looking past me, at the lady. “I want everything on menu 4.” The lady turns to me as I sit. “And you, sir?” “Same as hers.” She nods with a smile and walks out. I turn back to Rose. “So, what's happening?” She smiles, “I found something very intriguing. It will probably keep you shocked for several minutes.”

DIsgusted with his rantings and irritating laughter she finally stood up and walked away from there, heading straight to her vanity “Miss Khanna,” Just as Samaira was about to enter her van, she heard a sweet , melodious voice call out to her Surprised, Samaira turned around and looked at the beautiful young woman who stood before her dressed in a short white floral dress, looking every bit like the first drop of fresh morning dew “Miss Rose,” She smiled politely “Can we talk?,” Rose pursed her lips in a stiff smile and asked politely, hanging on desperately to the fragile strand that held her patience together, trying hard not to yell on the mistress that stood before her

As I turned to respond, the lady returned with a large album in her hands. She smiled at me, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at both of us. I glared at Michael, who looked completely relaxed and unbothered. I took the album. The first picture was of a very pretty baby in a pink dress, a crown, and a little wand. “Oh my gosh, this is so cute,” I gushed. “That’s Mikey.” My smile froze for a second before I burst into laughter. The next picture was of him in a torn yellow dress.

Maybe, over time she was going to learn to love her daughter. When Diego and the little Tita were at the dinner table, Miss. Rose came out of the kitchen with all their breakfast all done. Since that woman had been hired, she usually spent all her time educating the little girl, pampering, loving her and being the mother she didn’t have in Cameron. “Good morning, little angel. How the most beautiful princess on earth is doing in this new day?” Miss. Rose greeted her. “Good, Miss. Rose.” “Hello, Mr. Ferrer. I hope you have rested very well. You came home too late and haven’t slept so much, so I prepared you an energizing orange juice.”

Rose smiled smugly— “It’s a unique language… only people like me can understand it.” 😌 Just then, a girl approached—Mili. She was wearing a short one-piece dress, and her gaze was clearly fixed on the man. Mili asked— “May I sit here?” Rose looked her up and down before replying with a crooked smile— “If I say no, will you actually not sit?” Mili got irritated, but the man beside Rose let out a faint smile. Mili sat beside him and said—

Anya knew very little about them but enough to know that the Minister had paid a bomb to procure them. She directed her attention to the middle-aged woman who sat glaring angrily at Rose. The woman had heavy makeup on as if she was trying to hide her age. Her straight and coloured hair were open, her eyebrows were well-shaped and her lips were painted a dark shade of red. She must have been really beautiful in her younger days but looked formidable right now. She was dressed in a sequined bumblebee coloured saree which looked expensive but suited her well. Anya cleared her throat to attract the Madam’s attention. “Rose had been picked up by mistake.”