Nobody Loves Me Novel Rosie Novels & Stories

Rosie's POV I'm definitely not going to be the evil one, and I don't care about his love interest. Immediately I got to my room, I locked the door and, in a sober whimper, I jumped on the bed and began to punch the pillow my hand could reach. "Just pick one!" "You're so greedy!" "Do you think women are accessories you keep?" I screeched, tearing the pillow into shreds, and hollered. "I don't want to be your toy! Don't you know you'd die early with so many women?"

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.”

I shook my head, saying steadily, "No. If you hadn't recognized me in time, I probably wouldn't be lying here in one piece now." Being forced to drink, being drugged, and being taken into an underground auction… Any one of those was a drop into the abyss. "I'm glad you understand that." Uncle Wesley lifted his hand and gently patted my head. "Remember this, Rosaline. In this world, if you show mercy to the people who want to destroy you, you're the one serving yourself on a silver platter. That's the first lesson I'm teaching you." … That afternoon, Uncle Wesley wheeled me out into the garden. The winter sun hung low and gentle. The lawn was neatly trimmed, and the evergreen shrubs glowed wi

She was wearing a faded school uniform, carrying me on her back through three grueling miles of hilly paths while I was burning up with a high fever. She had said, "Theodore, from now on, my life belongs to you." That was Rosalie before she changed—my Rosie. My clouded, unfocused eyes suddenly sharpened for a split second. "Not a sugar mommy… It's Rosie… I didn't run. I didn't leave with anyone else. I was a good boy… Please don't lock me back up in the psychiatric hospital." Rosalie froze. Even the chat fell quiet for a brief moment. Sebastian's face instantly drained of color, and he immediately started shrieking, "He's lying! The psycho is just putting on an act to score some sympathy poi

It was almost as if my life passed, and since then my life had been the worst mystery that I could ever dream of. I hadn’t loved anyone. I wasn’t capable of loving anyone, but Rosie had become a light in my life, even though I would strongly deny that. I couldn’t even remember the last time I smoked at the thought of anyone, but it had to be her, the drunken, stupid girl that kissed me when I desperately needed the media off my head. I hadn’t felt much happiness in a while. There was something about her that totally stole my heart. It wasn’t the way she never wanted me, and watching her in the arms of that bastard tore my heart in ways that I could never imagine.

" I'm sorry for everything I have put you through. I didn't know Clifford was married. It's never my intention to destroy such a beautiful and happy family." Rosita : It's not your fault Nichole, I understand mum and I also know it wasn't your intention. Nichole : Thank you Rosie.., so can we be friends? Rosita (smiling) : Sure dear. Nichole : Thank you Rosie She hugged her and gave a mischievous smile, "You will never know what hit you Rosie" She said to herself. They break from their hug and smiled at each other. Nichole (smiling) : I will go now Rosie but how about I come by tomorrow so that we go for shopping for the baby?

“Hang on, you’re the one who’s been going on at me to fuck someone for ages. Now I finally have, you’re telling me it’s too quick?!” The volume of my voice was already rising, but I couldn’t help it. How could she back track? “Listen Rosie, like I said. It’s none of my business. But you’ve just been through a traumatic experience, and you’re already involved with a man who you’ve always told me is a complete playboy. From the way you’re speaking…it sounds like you’re in love with him.”

I squealed and so did she. It's like everyone forgot that Nona was sprawled on the floor with a busted nose. Not even Theodore paid attention to her. He jogged over to us, and a few of the girls turned into shy lil ladies. I think I just changed their view of me though. I'm sure they'll hate me again on Monday but they seemed okay being in my company. "What's up, Roosely?" He cackled. I knew Griffin would be matching here in no time. So did Theodore.

Yes, that was what she was. “Nobody?” Rosette’s laugh was cold, biting. “I’m anything but a nobody to that bastard you call a husband, Leila.” My heart stuttered, but not from guilt. Rosette had been my college sweetheart, the girl who’d looked at me like I was the sun. Back then, I’d loved her—really loved her. We’d met in a lecture hall, her smile bright, her laughter infectious. She’d been everything I wanted, everything I thought I needed.

No war. But someone had taken a little girl. And that someone had made one mistake. They had given her a reason to matter to him. "Nobody?" she asked, her voice dipping lower as sleep pulled at her. "Are you?" Eventually, Nobody said, "Yes," the word quiet but absolute. Rosie lifted her head slightly, studying him with the unguarded curiosity only a child could manage after everything she'd been through. "Are you going to be scary?" she asked, her voice tiny against the backdrop of the city hum. "Like they were?"