Pandora Rosier Novels & Stories

She maintained the image of a modest Queen, speaking only when asked to and staying away from political topics. Pandora returned to the guest quarters, a bit disappointed. "Roxanne did not make an appearance," she said to her right hand. It was Zariah's duty to assist her in unrobing her clothes. That night, as she soaked her body in a bath, Pandora turned to Zariah with a distant look in her eyes. She perched her hand over the edge of the tub, earning Zariah's attention. "This world is truly not fair, old friend. Tonight I met someone enchanting."

It's like my mom is here with us too, approving of our union. When Rosie turns, the violet undertones of her gray eyes make them appear almost lavender as the purple lace dress draws attention to them. She has pulled her hair off her neck, using two pearl combs, putting her fresh mark on display, and from each ear dangles a matching teardrop earring. She is wearing a pair of my mother’s old satin pumps as well. Thankfully Rosie and my mother are close enough in size to make this possible because she looks every inch the Luna.

blowing the pieces into the air. “Kendriiiick,” she screamed, holding her chest as she felt a sharp pain hit her making her go weak while she held a chair close to her for support. “I have told you Rosy Brown, no one is leaving this marriage,” he reminded her coldly. “What's going on here honey?” It was Cassandra, a slender-looking and very light-skinned girl with a very black eye and brown body curl hair, she looked so lively and energetic and she carried herself with so much pride and elegance.

Sharmaine opened her eyes, the surrounding space was as red as blood, she slowly followed the path of wisteria flowers, her bare feet covered in blood. She walked towards the giant wisteria tree in the distance, the petals carrying blood, Sharmaine walked more and more difficult but she kept moving forward. In the golden cage, Pandora wears a pure white dress, her arm covered in blood is holding roses. Pandora looked in Sharmaine's direction, her eyes filled with pain and helplessness. Two people are mother and daughter together, two people together want to have a free life.

At the head of the table was a woman with silver hair styled into an elegant chignon. Her sharp gaze pinned me in place as I took the seat offered to me. “Miss Bennett,” she began, her voice crisp and no-nonsense. “Why do you want to intern with La Rosé?” I took a moment to compose myself before answering. “La Rosé is synonymous with innovation and excellence in the design industry. As someone passionate about creating timeless, functional designs, I believe this internship would provide me with an unparalleled opportunity to learn and contribute to projects that align with my aspirations.”

" Rose, If you're reading this means you're making 25 years age. Congratulations on that achievement baby how I wish could be there to see you. You must have grown into a beautiful young lady, my young lady. I don't know how life is going to be for you without me but be sure of one thing even in death I will love. I wanted to stay by your side and see you grow but I can't fight anymore. When you first said " Mama " I realised you're my whole life and my everything. So I named you Rose, cause you looked beautiful like them at that time.

Getting back on my feet, I made my way towards the bath where a few other maids were waiting for me already as the intoxicating smell of roses became a part of the atmosphere. I got out of the bath smelling myself as the sharp scent of roses had deeply penetrated my skin. Water dripped down my fair skin as I stood up and walked away from the bath. When I was done with everything, I saw a maid bringing an extravagant light pink gown which had white butterflies and flowers decorated all over the bodice as the skirt was quite puffy and pretty. I noticed that Mrs.Hanzah tied the corset a bit tighter than usual. My hair was styled into a formal braided bun as I looked marvelous. Walking towards t

I thank God the dress is braless because when I notice her perky dusty rose nipples calling out to me, I don't waste time. "Crescent." she moans lowly. That is a switch to something so carnal deep within me. I ravage her nipples and breasts like a starved man. Satisfied by my work on her breasts, I trace a finger down her torso while I kiss her. I am not surprised to find her wet and ready.

She pulled the scroll out as she quickly walked over to a table, and she unrolled the scroll out on the table. Rosabella got a piece of paper, and she wrote the names of her birth parents. Rosabella looked at the names of her birth parents, and she spoke. "So, my real parents' names are Ivan and Victoria. They are the King and Queen of the Kingdom of Rose-Snow-Gold. So I am a princess and royalty. I wonder what the name of the Kingdom that the late Queen is from." Rosabella walked over to the slot, and she got every Royal Kingdoms' scrolls out. Rosabella placed them on a chair as she slowly unrolled the scrolls and placed them to one side.

My lungs burned, my legs screamed, but I didn’t care, adrenaline kept me moving faster, my heart hammering in my chest. Yoooo… you’re probably wondering who this bitch is. “Yeah, that’s me. Rose David.” But… no. That’s not really me. I’m Blaire. Rose is just a weak-ass body I’m borrowing, face and all. But we’re nothing alike totally, completely different, i don’t get caught like that, I don’t get pushed around, I don’t let anyone touch me unless I want them to. “And yeah… this is how it all started with that bitch,Rose”