Pandora Rosier Novels & Stories

That fear was always in the back of my mind though, and I almost wonder if it had something to do with my current situation. Let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Rosé, but most of my friends call me Rose. I am 5'2" tall, I weighed a little over 125 pounds and I have dark brown, almost black hair. I would say my most alluring attributes are my breasts and my outgoing personality. Needless to say, my breasts have gotten me into some interesting situations.

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.”

Soon Xavier's phone rang. "Excuse me, I really need to take this." He left and Damian took another glass of champagne as he scouted for Lilian. Soon he heard a gentle voice behind him. "Hello, Mr. Richards." It was Rosé. She was dressed in a splendid gown with a beautiful pearl necklace. "What are you doing here?" "For a party. What else?" Her smile was cunning. "Well, I don't believe that you came all by yourself. Where is our little bet?"

Whilst Alexander is faced with a rival from the past, baying for his crown, Rosalie is dealing with a foe much closer to home. Rosalie is a white wolf, the Goddess' own assassin and protector of the werewolf species. Will Rosalie find the power within to defeat a new dark evil? In order to save the life she has made for herself in the past, she will now have to once more leave everything she loves behind and venture back to the future to defeat what lurks in the shadows..... Landon Coombes has know that Rosalie Summers was his second chance mate the moment that he laid eyes on her. But when she mysteriously disappeared without explanation, he begins to fear that he will be alone forever. Tha

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.