Pandora Rosier Novels & Stories

Pierce POV His first trip with his wife was to the Maldives. A place quite far from their pack. Rosa had become stronger than she normally was. She had his blood in her, and they were linked with each other; he had indirectly written his life goal and had made her his mate. Something the moon goddess refused to give to him. He was a firm believer in rewriting your history, and that was what he was doing with her. He watched her closely, his eyes sweeping around her whole body. She was putting on a pink hoodie that had an I love you written on it and a blue jean trousers, her black curly hair bouncing as she walked towards him with a smile. A maid followed her at her back carrying her luggage

* I came out of my memory with a tear rolling down my cheek, I quickly wiped it away. I was sitting in my desk chair because of course I'm at the club. I looked at my phone one more time, looking at my little roses profile. I made a promise to her right then and now, I will protect you this I can promise. Knowing how close she is to my club which has cameras all over it, I watched them very closely to make sure she was not harmed by the man that killed my dad.

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

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?"

When I was done brushing and taking my bath, I changed into a pair of black leggings and a light blue sweater when I noticed the weather was a bit chilly. I packed my curls in a bun and left my room, nearly bumping into Anya. "Oh, dearie! I was just about to come and wake you up for breakfast!" she exclaimed with a cherry tone. "Good morning, Anya," I greeted the woman. "Good morning to you too. Follow me. I'm sure you must be starving," she said and turned to leave. "You have no idea," I mumbled and followed after her. "You haven't told me your name yet," she said to me. "Oh, I apologize. I'm Rosaline, but people call me Rose," I told her. she turned around to look at me and I felt a little

He stopped. "We'll just wait for her till she gets out and drop her home for now." He nodded. "Kaden, I need to talk to you. About certain someone I once worked for. I need your help in it" I look at him and nod. "We have to take care of this situation first" I said walking inside. "Who are we dealing with?" I asked, my eyes staring at Rose as she danced over the floor. My hands clenching in fist everytime she took something off her body. She never went nude. But her in a bikini was enough to send me off.

Rose said as she looks at me. I sigh as I look at her. Rose is wearing a black mini short, an off-shoulder white top covered by a gangster-style black leather jacket that is a motorcycle jacket. Rose partnered it with thigh-high black leather boots that have 2-inch heels. I am also wearing the exactly same as hers and we fixed our hairs in a ponytail and wear some slight makeups. Rose change my earing into something that has some dangling designs, it is called to be tassel earrings.

Sparked flew everywhere the moment her thoughts went back to the kiss. It was short, yet she suddenly wanted more of it. At twenty-two, Roselia had yet to experience a romantic relationship. She was raised in a nurturing and affectionate orphanage home. She was told her mother died way back when she was just a baby, and the only thing left with her was the violin. She grew up carrying it around wherever she went, she treasured it so much. Over the years, she has blossomed into a kind-hearted and soft person. People often likened her to the unsullied snow—polite, pure, and innocent but many also named her ‘Miss Goody-Two-Shoes’.

" I asked with a smile. "Yes" she replied. "Have you taken illegal drugs before?" "No" I motioned for her to look at the screen and her eyes widened with surprise. "You see, it's that easy." I said with a smirk. "What's your name?" "R.J" "Your full name!" "Roselle....." "Don't mess with me!" I said pinning her with an angry gaze. "Roselle Jackson" she replied in annoyance. Her name struck a bell, like I've heard it some where.

the angel’s voice called out, making me shiver. “Dude, are you cold?” Valden questioned since we don’t get cold. “Nah, just feeling strange,” I said before I was hit by the most intoxicating scent in my life as we seemed to approach it. It smelled like lavender and cherries. We walked into the scene of the smashed vase and my eyes caught onto the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. Rosaria had nothing on her and I hadn’t even seen her face yet. Her short brunette hair was curled perfectly into many curls.