Pandora Rosier Novels & Stories

Everyone shoved the flowers and chocolates in her direction. Piers almost lay down on the floor, touched Rose’s foot, and wrapped his palm around it. “Please, Rose!” Rose immediately jerked her body back, sitting down on her ass. She didn’t like anyone touching her feet. “What are you doing?” she snapped, wiping her tears. “I am touching the feet of the Goddess whom I hurt, whom I promised to cherish all my life but ended up hurting her. Punish me, Rosie! Do whatever you want, and I will not even flinch. I deserve it,” sobbed Piers.

I did not mind at all, but they had clearly triggered me. The production team officially announced the change. Lydia's fans went wild. [Look at how powerful our Lydia is. Her opportunities skyrocketed after the official announcement yesterday!] [Lydia is so beautiful. Rosie was completely out of match! She has nothing but some money from her family!] [Someone must be furious now!] My fans jumped into the fray, too. [What's wrong with Rosie? Does she have bad acting? She had plenty of great work throughout the years.] [Lydia wears a poker face all the time.]

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

In the twenty-seventh hour after Chen Boyan escaped from prison, the police sent out fifteen drones, nearly half of the police dog police force, after the carpet search of the whole blockade, still did not find half a trace of him. The man left incomparably arrogant, before leaving, but also with the blood of the escorting police officers, leaving the following words. I'll recapture my rose. I'll recapture my rose. Who is this "rose" referring to ...... A group of police officers in the conference room looked at me in unison. "Even if you look at me like that." I held my arms and shrugged. "I can only prove that Chen Boyan is just a love brain." Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to ask m

Her hair was a shade of strawberry blonde inclining towards red, just like autumn leaves under the bright sun. "Calm down, Lisa", said Aiden, evidently annoyed at her. "Oh please! You were the one worried about her, the whole night.", she said, before calling out for someone named 'Brandon.' I heard footsteps making their way through the stairs while they talked. "I was not.", he replied, grimly. Lisa let out a fake laugh, punching his arm lightly. " Next time, don't dine on your nails or be all handsy with your hair while fretting to make it more convincing", she said, cackling loud, once again.

Whether it was because he didn’t want to come home tonight, or because Anna’s words were true. Pandora didn’t want to think about that. At least she had sent a steamy photo of herself in skimpy attire. In the photo, Pandora’s long legs were encased in high heels—stilettos perfect for pole dancing. She had indeed taken the shot from the waist down. But for a closer look: Pandora wore a sheer bra and tight panties with straps crisscrossing her flat stomach. Both pieces were a vibrant red. A red that would ignite Kingston’s restlessness and how he would claim his prize.

There are roses, tulips, orchids, apples, pears, mangoes and all kinds of berries. Rozelyn’s euphoria cannot be described by just mere words that can be found in the dictionary. She was absolutely speechless. “My belated birthday gift.” Her stepmom then handed her a jewelry box, wrapped in a rosy gift wrapper. The obsidian lavaliere was carved into a rose figure and is attached to a silvery necklace that glints under the morning sun. The jewel encompasses such sheer splendor. It’s like wearing the very essence of being glamorous. “Thank you, Romaine.”

she smiled but she wasn’t looking at Rain, she was looking at Alexander. “I’ll lead the way,” the woman even had deep dimples in her cheek when she smiled, she also looked like she knew the kind of effect she had on the people around her. “I’m Rosa Valentine,” she said even though no one fucking asked her for her name. “I’m the manager, the second I heard that you were having a meeting in our humble establishment, I took it upon myself to welcome you personally and see to it that everything will be to your liking,” Great, she was also an ass kisser.

"Eloise did work my butt off but it was worth it. She might be ice cold but she respects me and was very kind to help me grow my connections." Tamara scoffed, rolling her eyes at Rosie's always kind attitude. "She was cruel, Rosie. Nevertheless, I am insanely proud of you." Some of Rosie's artwork was going to be displayed in one of the local art galleries. It was a big moment for her, a huge step in her career. Technically, the first big move into the start of her promising career. "Th-" "Amour, is your cousine here?" The door to Rosie's apartment opened. A tall and handsome french man walked in, his accent thick but beautiful. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

The smoke, the fire, the lies—none of it mattered when he looked at her like that. His fingers brushed her cheek, slow and reverent. “I tried to stay away from you,” he said. “But you didn’t.” Their lips met in a crash of heat and confusion, need and fury. Her hands tangled in his hair. His mouth was urgent, devouring, worshipping. The kiss deepened, wild and consuming, like the fire roaring through the mansion. He pinned her against the wall, his hands exploring every inch of her with desperate intensity. She gasped as he kissed down her neck, her collarbone, pushing the fabric of her maid’s uniform aside like it offended him. Their breaths mingled in a haze of lust and smoke.