Nobody Loves Me Novel Rosie Novels & Stories

“So I should thank the woman who destroyed my family? Who seduced my husband and stole my daughter away from me?” I stood there, tears blurring my vision as Lucas smiled for the cameras, cutting the cake with her, snapping photos with her, celebrating with her while I stood in the shadows like a ghost. I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned to leave, ready to find peace, anywhere but not here. I was leaving the party when I heard. “Rose! Rose!” Someone called. I stopped. I looked back and I frowned when I saw Catherine. What does she want? Hasn't she done enough?

“I haven’t even had time to drill you properly about these roses. Tell Aunty Viv. Who is he? I figure he must be rich or own a big flower shop?” She looked at me with a sly smirk. “Does he have a big you know what?” She waggled her eyebrows. Rose wanted to laugh, but the front door opened, and she felt her hackles rise instantly. The jukebox stalled, as heads turned. “Shit,” she turned her back, then said to Viv. “Don’t look now, but his ex-girlfriend just walked in.” Of course, Viv looked straight at her. “The pale blonde who looks like she eats men for breakfast?”

Lucia had informed every one of the meeting point and we all got there in time. I met Rosie, a very beautiful girl who was travelling with us. Rosie was petite and sweet natured. She was attractive too but I was involved with too many women to get interested in her. She seemed to have a crush on me and I was comfortable with that. She was clumsy and always seemed to have her head in the clouds. It was nice chatting with her, though. Her happiness cheered me.

Norma started but before she could finish her sentence, Rosie waved her hand. "No need to apologize. I don't need your apology!" Rosie closed her eyes briefly before opening them and as if nothing happened, she continued, "And then we have Jessica William. The perfect blonde girl. You have the perfect life, perfect boyfriend, everything about you is so infuriatingly perfect. Giving you a little bit of misery is merely doing what's right." Colton put his hand around Jess, giving Rosie a death stare. "You are crazy! You know nothing about Jess! You don't know what she has gone through."

One thing about Roslyn is that she hates being dependant; she likes to carry her burden alone. Is only 4:00 in the evening and Roslyn has nothing else to do, is not like she always has something doing, anyway. She’s feeling useless and bored in this household; idleness is one thing Roslyn hates, but here she is roaming around doing absolutely nothing. Sitting on the brown sofa next to her bed, she picked a random book from the small bookshelf and scanned the back of the book but all she could see was blurring images, with a sighed she stood up and went to bring her reading glasses from her bag. After putting on her reading glasses, she shuffles her way back to her previous position, picking

Rosa met James in a restaurant that he owned and because she was dressed in a shaggy clothing he thought she was an employee in one of his lowest restaurants. They had an argument and they resented each other after that day. James thought Rosa was a lowlife and also arrogant and Rosa thought James was just a rich jerk. They cross paths again in the most unbelievable way possible. Curious about their story? Find out in My Enemy is My Lover.

"What part of me hating having to be around here did you not hear? Nothing's going to happen. I can tell how much you're fussing within. Take my word for it." "Why are you assuring me?" "I don't know. Accept it before I take it back." "You wouldn't dare-" "Jaxy!" Rosie squealed, coming in between us. She completely ignored my presence and stood right in front of me, blocking my view of the man I was talking to. "I'm ready." She linked her arm with his, shooting daggers into my eyes. If looks could truly kill, Rosie's eyes had the ability to cremate me. ________

Rosie nodded, “Yes, I know. Dad, you always been telling me to be kind person since I was little. You also told me that money could not buy everything, right?” I carelessly mopped the floor, closed my eyes for a second, and then said to Ailina, “Miss Wilson, let’s talk.” Ailina stroked Rosie’s hair and told her, “Rosie, read here. I will test you later to see if you have read this manuscript seriously. This story is trying to tell people something.” “I believe I can understand it,” Rosie said with a smile. After that, Ailina and I came to the tea house to talk.

In her memory, the Russian mafia was not typically this nosy. A sense of unease began to creep into her heart. Just then, the cathedral doors swung open, and the bride entered, holding the hand of the Russian mob boss. It was undeniable—she was stunning. In her wedding gown, she looked like an angel. While others might have their own impressions, Emilia could clearly see the infatuation in Curtis’s eyes. He was utterly smitten, standing there with his mouth slightly agape like a lovestruck fool. Despite it all, Emilia felt genuinely happy for her brother. He was marrying the woman he loved.