Miss Lady Rose Novels & Stories

Smith's accounts, there haven't been any transactions at all…" John tapped his fingers on the desk, irritable and growled coldly, "She's the one who planted the black roses, didn't she? Always playing such nonsensical tricks just to get me to go looking for her… Just to make me cave to her whims! "Go! Bring some men with you and search every inch of this villa. If she's really in this villa, make her kneel before Lara and apologize! "Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!"

Yet, I can feel him as he grabs my ass and pulls me up. Hard Why then? I pushed the cover aside, my feet landed on the chilly ground, and I started to walk outdoors, but I halted as a woman turned. Shit! Waiting for Ronald is she. He’s not here, though. What if she is there for Ronald but doesn’t resemble him? She appears to be married and is in her middle years. She came, grinning as she looked up and down. “Good morning, Miss. Rose.” Miss? I wonder how she knows my name.

Miliana and Lenore looked at Louisa and Henry who were standing in the corner of the room. Louisa sighed, then nodded her head, while walking towards the crowd of girls there. Louisa didn't know what to do when Miliana threw the flowers. Then not long after, Miliana threw the flower up, and the noise was heard again, Louisa felt it. Louisa raised her hands in the air, not having high hopes, because she had never done any of that before. But when she felt something in her hand, Louisa lifted her head. She managed to catch the bouquet of flowers. Makes everyone applaud. Likewise with Miliana and Lenore.

The moment she saw me or rather her, she stopped, her eyes widened, her hand flying to her chest. “Rose… what is this?” Mom’s voice trembled. “What’s with all the makeup and that… dress? Where do you think you’re going at this time of the night?” Blaire stood, turning around slowly like a model on a runway. She wore a short, black, strapless gown that clung to her curves and left little to imagination. Even I would’ve blushed seeing myself like that. “Ta-da-da-dah!” Blaire sang, her tone playful but cruel. “This is not your lovely daughter Rose, woman. So please, move out of my way.”

“I have seen her in the magazines!” “Every piece of clothing she wears on a fashion show is always sold out in minutes!” Charters filled the air as elegantly dressed women walked in. Everyone was eager to see Ms. Rosa, the famous model, including Monroe City's most eligible bachelor, Craig Gibson and his woman, Emily De La Rosa. Mr. Lucas was sure to send the invitation across the most wealthy and powerful associates in the country, and the Gibson family wasn't left out. “It's getting late, I think we should leave.”

Miss Silverlane assured. " Please can we call step out, so that I will attend to the great Mister Evans?" She said to the parents and their wounded child. " It won't be long. You too leave, Rose." " There is no need for that." I stopped them. " I am here for the case." The principal was confused, she looked from me to Rose. " Yes, he is the friend I called." Rose gave her a smirk. " My mum is in a meeting and she can't make it."

When she stops laughing, her eyes water slightly. “You delusional secretary. You think Scott's grandmother was going to sit and let an unworthy, classless girl like you get married to Scott? There's no way that's happening. I'm going to be his new bride and you'll cease to exist here when I marry him,” Rose says, swaying her hair off her shoulders like a proud princess.

"I am allergic to rose oil! Dad knows about it! And Avril was the one who told the maids to smother my bed in rose oil! Dad was the one who found out about it…" Layla exclaimed, crying pitifully as she nursed her stinging cheek. "You're still trying to lie about it!" Eric roared, suddenly stepping forward and grabbing her by her collar. He tightened his hold on her, lifting her up. And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground.

However, the Young Estate was blazing with lights. Miles spotted her as soon as she arrived. He excused himself from his guests and walked over to her. Rose was dressed in a long black dress with spaghetti straps, which accentuated her figure. Her hair fell loose around her shoulders and her perfect features. Her appearance attracted a lot of attention. "It's Ms. Shaffer …" "Mr. Miles is going over to her." "Hey, why is Mr. Giibson approaching her too?" People were starting to stare at her. Zac reached Rose before Miles did.

She looked like a flower girl at some posh wedding, utterly cute. “How did you know it was me?” I asked, a smile plastered on my face. “Oh, my mother made your dress... although the black wasn’t part of it when I first saw it.” she giggled. “Your mother is Madame Rosla?” the awe apparent in my voice. Madame Rosla was said to be the most powerful succubus around. She was a professional seductress and had managed to claim her high rank in the succubae harem through her skills in the bedroom and out of it.