Pandora Rosier Novels & Stories

* 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.

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

Enough to fill the space with color and scent, the deep red catching against the dim light of the bar. They moved straight to the counter. “Delivery for Rose Rainer,” the first one said. “Can you sign?” Rose stared at them for half a second. “Yeah. That’s me.” She signed. “Where do you want them?” She glanced at the growing mass of roses, then gave a small shake of her head. “Anywhere they fit.” A card was placed in her hand. She opened it. Wild Rose. See you tonight. K. Vivian let out a sound somewhere between a squeal and a gasp.

I saw the little note at a side of the bouquet so I picked it up and was about opening it when Tania barged in, still on her pyjamas like me. "Elle we only have today to complete the necessary..." She paused on seeing me. "Wow, look at that!" She exclaimed smilingly and hopped on my bed gleefully. "Dan sent this?" She asked, snatching the bouquet and sniffing in it's alluring scent. She also likes roses, afterall her name is Rosalie, Lol. But truthfully, Tania's lips were deep red naturally just like a red rose. She's blessed with very long black hair, smooth alluring porcelain skin and lovely sea blue eyes with a beautiful face. "I don't know who sent it, I was about to check when you came

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.

Rose’s POV: So, now that work he wants to do from me. I am tired just by washing utensils and wants to go home to where I spend y whole life but this tire of work makes me to just lay down on sofa and I want to relax my body but he again came and give me another work to do. Truthly, I never want to do any other work because I also not have so much strength to do any other and it makes me more anger. And this time I want that he should eat me instead of doing all that work from me. This time I have to wash his clothes and finally after an hour I complete this work also and now it’s evening, the sun looks so beautiful from the terrace of mansion, at one side sun is sat and on the other side th