Pandora Rosier Novels & Stories

“By the way, Lilly… this gentleman beside me is the love of your daughter’s life, Saxe Hendrix Mondragon.” A little smile draws on my lips when Rosy introduces me. “What do you think of him? Don’t you know that he made it all possible for me to find you…” Rosy’s tears never stop falling. “I’m sorry. . . I love you so much, Lilly...I love you so much,” she said in an almost whisper and then wiped her tears. “Hendrix…” Rosy looked at me sadly. “Do you have a can of beer?” I blinked, confused at what she was asking. I glanced at King, and he nodded.

Sadly, he was assassinated when he was asleep, and the murderer behind his death was never found. When they reached the third, it was a woman with dark brown hair reaching her lower back. Her blue eyes shone brightly against her pale, freckled, skin. Xandar then said, “This is the one I wanted to show you. Her name was Rosalie Tatiana Caberel. She was an expert in medicine, and was both loved and hated for her quick mind and sharp tongue. She went through two rejections in her lifetime before meeting her third chance mate, the Crowned Prince.” Lucianne’s surprised eyes locked with Xandar’s smiling ones. Lucianne herself went through rejections before meeting Xandar, too. What a coincidence!

Driving in a porsche. Madison was on her way to her parents house. She hadn't seen them for what felt like forever and she couldn't wait to see them. Last time she saw them was her graduation. She had graduated with a honors degree in robotics from the University of Califonia institute of technology. Not that she was ever gonna use that degree anyways. She already had a job as a TV presenter and had hosted many extravagant shows and parties and had her own reality show and lots of fans at every corner not to mention all the brands and products that wants her to model for them. She was living her best life and she didn't need a degree for that.

Gradually, when her fast-beating heart calmed, she looked across the entire room and cursed her anger. 'Rose although you are my rival in everything still I must agree that you are good at everything, that's why you achieved what you have today.' Riya can see the difference when she planned riot and so many things against Rose she only turned stronger and even helped Alex, but Rose's plan made not only Riya but her surrounding messed up. 'Remember Rose, it's not over yet.' Rose was working in the kitchen of Red Rose cafe while surfing the net and checking the fruit of her planted seeds when an evil smile appeared on her lips. She got Riya tried this hack on her location and finally received

God, this is awkward. "Giuzde, why are you guys so quiet?" Said the girl beside him. She had wavy, jade-green hair which she had tied in a high ponytail, and her chocolate brown eyes seemed to hold so much warmth just like how she smiled at me. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Belladonna. My name is Rosellia Laurel, you may call me Rose or Lia. I'm in my third year. I am one of the Pillars and is known as Jade Mantis."

“I put on make-up, not really good at it but I’m quite decent if I say so myself.” Krister could only nod his head as Rojean had left already to the walk-in closet to change before grabbing Sei’s mask on the table, his eyebrows furrowing. She came out with a different bag than what Krister intended for her to use, from a black to a red one. “This bag is cuter, I want this more. It still goes with the outfit anyway.” she said, feeling as if there was something lacking in her appearance. She blocked out her mind and her face dropped the expressions it had before walking towards Krister. “Now?”

When Silas returned home, it was the first time he truly took a good look at the riverside villa he had bought with the Campbells' money. The place had a lavish French-style interior, crystal chandeliers, and floor-to-ceiling windows that opened to a dazzling night view of the river. He walked into the bedroom and opened the wardrobe. Inside hung Wynter's clothes, and an entire cabinet was stuffed with designer handbags. A wave of disgust rose in Silas' chest. Without hesitation, he threw everything out—every single piece.

Before I could clear the threshold of the front door, a sharp movement at the top of the stairs caught my eye. Rodah was standing by the balustrade, her fingers gripping the polished wood until her knuckles were white. The dark silk robe was tied loosely around her waist, exposing the smooth, flushed skin of her neck and chest. Her green eyes weren't filled with the terrified submission most women would show during a cartel hit. They were furious. She was angry at the intrusion, angry at her own vulnerability, and deeply sobered by the realization that her defiance had kicked off this entire avalanche. The raw, aggressive chemistry between us was still there, vibrating through the open space

He wanted Cara to see that she was right to admit this place as his territory. The bartender nodded, and quickly produced Cara with a glass of Rosé. Cara grabbed the glass and sent the bartender a tight-lipped smile. Jason lifted his glass to his lips but stopped when Cara didn't move to pick up her glass. Seeing Jason's eyes on her face, Cara grabbed the glass and gulped. Alcohol wasn't her best friend. She hated the taste, and only tolerated the sweeter wines, like Sangria.

The woman they called Rose led us through the massive pack house, her lavender-colored hair catching the light every time she turned to acknowledge one of the wolves who waved or greeted her. She responded to each one with a warm smile, her presence exuding effortless kindness. I couldn't stop staring at her hair—it was unlike anything I had ever seen before, like strands of spun lilac, soft and otherworldly. Pearl nudged me, breaking my trance, and I realized Rose was speaking to me.