Peach X Daisy X Rosalina Novels & Stories

“It’s alright, mother. Rosy told me a lot about you, father. She admires you a lot. She told me to learn from you and be principled like you.” Asteria smiled as she walked toward him. Anthony rubbed her forehead, “Who is Rosy?”. Asteria was surprised as she replied, “Rosaline Dayne.” Anthony’s face relaxed. “You mean Lina. I had forgotten she is - Rosy to her friends. She is a good girl. A perfect match for our Liam.” Asteria nodded, “They look good together. Will looks like a normal person only in front of her.” Anthony led her to the couch, “How do you know them?”

I told myself this was tactically interesting and nothing else. By day seven I had stopped telling myself that. On day eight Ruby brought oats with strawberries arranged on top with a care that was its own form of hostility, and stood watching me from the doorway while I considered the tray with the expression of someone who was genuinely sorry to cause inconvenience. "I'm so sorry," I said warmly. "Strawberries give me hives. And the oats look like they've been waiting a while. I don't want to trouble you with something I won't be able to eat."

A gentle hand petted through brown locks, and those warm eyes landed on her again, "What is your favorite flower, miss. Croix?" "I like…" She bit his lip, trying to think, but only one answer came to mind, "roses." An amused chuckle hit her ears, "Red ones?" "…No." A simple denial. "Then what is your favorite?" "I don't have one." The laugh sounded again, and Alina felt her cheeks grow hot.

Well looking at the elegant woman at the front I WS really surprised because I didn't expect her to come. Even the long lost Patricia had come, those silly days when we worked at Maggie's dinner. University days were at least fun with her around. My colleagues at the company and the kids I had grown up with at the orphanage had also come. At the front stood the judge waiting with Gale at the side. Maggie handed me a banquet of white peonies, I felt like asking her where she had got these but time wasn't on my side. Jennifer walked down the aisle first with a small white banquet of pink and white peonies, her gold dress swaying like the sun as she reached the end.

Damian looked at rose who was watching Xavier's every move like an eagle. Damian turned his face towards him and said. "My woman is enough..." Xavier started laughing at his words. "Woman, have you lost your mind... She will take me down ?. Let's see then..." Xavier ordered his men to attack damian, but rose kicked Xavier's chair and dragged him down on the floor. Before Xavier reacts she pulled out her dagger and placed it on his throat, she fisted his hair and tugged on them harshly making him throw his head back which gave her dagger more access to his neck.

As soon as they entered inside, people looked at each other and suddenly turned to the four of them. Who wouldn't be turned away if young and beautiful young men and women suddenly appeared in front of them? "Who are they? Are those celebrities?" "I like her dress." A woman teaches Bea. "Are they Robin's friends too?" "The one on the right is very handsome!" said another woman and she was referring to Leo. People were whispering to the four of them. But the young lady Bea attracted their attention more, because her beauty and whiteness stood out in her revealing cleavage and fitted dress in navy color. While she was also wearing the necklace and heels given to her by Stephen.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

Dahlia nodded again and moved to Xavier. “Root stimulant solution, and a bag of compost.” She pointed to Denzel next. “Lime, and a middlemist red flower.” I gasped. This is the flower I’ve been looking for! “And you, Lancel.” Dahlia queried, but I could only stammer. My eyes were solely fixed on Denzel. The fact that he has it means that my rose is not the correct material! I have to get that flower! It’s the key to winning.

CLARISSA Walking into the fancy ballroom, Riccardo and I were arm in arm. As soon as we crossed the threshold, he flipped a switch and started acting really weird. The crowd went quiet and everyone looked at us. Their gaze was intense, and their whispers of admiration felt like a soft touch on my ear. Riccardo, being the confident one, smiled and nodded while enjoying all the attention we were getting. “Clarissa, my love, behold our kingdom,” he whispered, his voice laced with pride. “Look around! All these guys came to see how beautiful and elegant you are,” he continued, and I could swear something was wrong in his ways.

And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground. "E-Eric… let go… I can't breathe…" Eric looked down at her, his handsome face gradually souring. "Did you forget, Layla, that the perfume you're using is Avril's favorite scent, with the main ingredient being rose oil? I bought her many bottles of rose perfume in the past because of how much she likes the scent of roses. I'd just forgotten about it later on…" Eric suddenly let out a self-deprecating laugh. Indeed, he'd forgotten too many things.