Pandora Rosier Novels & Stories

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.

Rosalie Adrien Vasanten had orchestrated a romantic candlelit dinner for me at one of the country's most expensive restaurants, tugging at my heartstrings. The fact that the entire venue was rented for the night, made me feel like a queen. To top it off, he surprised me with a stunning dress from Opulence, a red off-shoulder knee-length floral embroidered gown I had admired since the first time it was shipped to the store, complemented by black stilettos and exquisite diamond rose gold teardrop earrings and matching necklace that he also surprised me with.

’ ‘Princess’ ‘Oh really, you know if you wore a poufy dress and a crown I would have thought you were a real princess’ ‘Really like Aurora?’ she perked up ‘Absolutely’ I tickled her side and she squirmed giggling ‘What’s your name nice lady?’ ‘My name’s Rosé’ ‘Rose –ay’ ‘No Rosé’ I enunciated the words clearly ‘it means pink in French’ ‘Pink is my favorite color’ ‘Guess what? Me too’ ‘I was so into the conversation that I didn’t notice when someone opened the door ‘Daddy!’ the girl screamed and ran past me

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”

The hall quietened, the silence hanging like a thick veil - almost as if everyone had suddenly held their breaths on wisp. The red - haired male stepped forward, reaching out for the bouquet of roses. His eyes filled with silent contemplation as he stared at the blooming,fresh roses and then at Dylan's expecting eyes. Without another thought he tossed the roses to the ground, trampling on them with his shoes tilled their petals scattered around in the dust. Gasps rippled through the halls, a clear expression of shock from the watching bystanders. "Dylan, how many times must i have to turn you away and how many times must you embarrass yourself in public like this?. You know.....", Simone pau

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.

I laugh and straighten, shaking my head at her, well aware that pretty much everyone’s eyes are on us now. And that Rose knows it. She has always been a little possessive, after all. “I came to help the war effort,” Rose says, grinning down at me and subtly wrapping one of her legs around my hip, an act that sets my wolf growling for…many reasons. “You know that I’m a patriot, after all, my Prince.” My smile deepens. “You’re Eryndorian,” I murmur, pleased as I always have been by her playful wit.

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

Darcy is going to remember in his books as the villain, I groaned painfully. I jumped out of bed and a melodious hum popped in my head. Nah, I have to play this. “Siri, play Mario- let me love you.” I waited a few seconds and the song blared into the four speakers in my room. A big smile appeared on my lips, “Good way to begin the week…” ROSÉ’s POV “What?!” “What?!!” “Whattt??!!” “You’re sleeping with your boss?!” Paula screamed. “Stop screaming” I cried,

I know that seems like a lot, but with about four thousand in the pack, that is small. Rose dresses in slim cut dark heather grey slacks with comfy flats and a silk baby blue boat necked blouse tucked into the front of her pants. She keeps her mark on full display by pulling her soft straight hair into a high stylish ponytail, adds a simple winged eyeliner with mascara on her eyes and nudish pink lip gloss to her plump lips.