Pandora Rosier Novels & Stories

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

Rosemary The kitchen was quiet, the early morning stillness broken only by the soft hum of the coffee maker. I cradled the warm mug in my hands, letting the comforting aroma waft over me. The first sip was always the best part of the day, a moment of calm before the inevitable chaos. But just as the cup touched my lips, a shriek pierced the air. I nearly dropped the mug, my heart jumping in surprise. “You must be Rosemary!” A whirlwind of energy burst into the kitchen, and I found myself face-to-face with a young woman with bright blonde hair and an infectious grin. She radiated enthusiasm, her dark brown eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and excitement as she practically bounced toward

Which would be any minute. I go back to my bedroom and watch as Rose ties her hair into a high pony. Rose is wearing a royale blue dress that goes mid-thigh and has a cut out of her leg. The dress as a v-neck that shows off her breasts. She is wearing dark blue heels and light makeup. She also has her in a high pony but it does not reach past her neck.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?

This spring season holds a special place in her heart, and with each step, she is treading with the utmost care to avoid crushing the fragile blooms beneath her feet. Her moment is enjoyable because, until now, her fear hasn’t arrived to bother her, so each second of this moment is very enjoyable to her. A gentle breeze coming from the other side is playing with her hair, slightly covering her beautiful, cute face. The scent of fresh buds waffle making her bound to inhale a deep breath to emphatic her nostrils. The rays of the sun are mild enough that the morning breeze gets the chance to be stronger to give a little chill; however, it’s her favorite environment. The weather is mild, neither

She decides to pretend to be occupied with her phone. Nothing like a hundred watchful gazes to make one uncomfortable in their own skin. Rosalie had a lighter complexion, compared to her father who had a stunning gingerbread complexion. She has neat brows arched above her round eyes. A freckle dotted above her left cheekbone, a straight nose, plump dark lips, a small chin and jaw. She wears her school uniform and a pair of white sneakers. Rosalie's shiny dark hair was fastened into a ponytail. Cole adored the white bow with a rhinestone sparkling; in its center, and pinned neatly to the base of her ponytail. Rosalie was like a princess…

the hairstylist said. “I agree. Mr. Da Costa is so romantic!” The maid put her hand on her chest. The hairstylist let some curls to cascade her side face and placed a white rose diamond pin on her hair. “There! The corsage will complement the pin.” Then she took a hand mirror and showed Rosalind’s hair from behind as she sat on a dressing table so she could see her back hair reflection through the mirror. “Oh, wow! It’s gorgeous!” She smiled at the hairstylist. “Thank you so much!”

But really, I was picturing her face as Amelia's. "No, Sandro. This is called BBL. Do you like them now? I wanted it much bigger since I know your preference; big boobs and perky nipples. Here are they, touch them." A frown replaced the smile on her face when I didn't reply her and focused on sipping the wine in my hand. "Don't you like them, Sandro?" Rosalie pouted, "why aren't you responding? Don't you like them? Look at them, my tits are perky, just the way you like it."

And as usual when I get up from bed I get the urge to vomit but thanks to Dadi I have now remedy for it. I brush my teeth, wash up and get ready in royal blue and pink colored lehenga and wear simple jewelry and the necklace which Rudra gifted me in Parvatha. I eat some amla from one of the box to control my nausea a bit as I go to ring the bell to call Hira. But before I can do that Rudra comes in the room and he has a single red rose in his hand. He looks at me with sweetest smile and comes towards me.