Romanzi Rosa Novels & Stories

As I put one of my feet inside of the warm and welcoming water filled with the petals of the beloved and most beautiful rose. I sometimes wonder why it has so much love being given to it. It is so imperfect, yet that is its perfection just like all of us--We are perfect and one because of the imperfections of us. I also wonder why a rose just steals my heart every time I look at it--it's just so magnificent. Is it because of the color that it possesses or because of the way it possesses the frail heart of mine? So melted in my thoughts that I was, I didn't realize that I had to get out of the bath to get ready.

They met some other guys from our year who were heading out already and stopped to exchange pleasantaries, I watched as they slapped each other's backs and laugh at loud about something one of them said. While they were all strikingly handsome, one of them stood out to me, he was the tallest of them all and exuded so much confidence that I figured he would be the leader of the pack. He had a pink streak in his hair which fell over his face, this highlighted his sharp jaws and small pink lips. I pictured myself running my hands through his hair while planting my lips on his until Ella tapped me. “Leila, jeez, you don't have to be so obvious!” she said, laughing at me “C'mon let's get out of h

“No way, brah. This is LA. We’ve gotta be seen. How about Lucky Red? We haven’t been there in a while. That hot waitress you like works there, the one with the red hair.” “Mark, all of the waitresses at Lucky Red have red hair. It’s kind of the theme.” “Oh, right, brah! I hadn’t thought of that. Sweet! So… Lucky Red, then? See Rosa?” Rome thought about the girl in the parking lot, the blonde who’d told him that’s where she was going that night. She’d probably think he was there to see her. But Rosa was hot, and he was pretty sure there was more to her than one might think. She’d told him that she was waitressing while she was going to school to be a nurse, so it wasn’t like she was just anot

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

she purred. Startled by her request Roman tightened his fingers around her throat. “God you’re playing with fire Rosie…” he groaned. “Let me burn then…” she says softly. Roman shakes his head a lazy smile on his face. “You truly are just for, aren’t you?” he asked no one in particular. Sometimes he wondered how Rosalie could be cute and innocent one second and match his freak the next second. God, both turned him on.

My heart pounded, as if leaping out of my chest. As I nervously unfolded the note, my hands shaking, I read the carefully chosen words written on it. “I’m off to Rome to sort out the details of our marriage. I’ll be back in the evening.” Each word seemed to carry the weight of a precious diamond. I was in a kind of trance, as if time was expanding around me, allowing me to experience these moments in depth.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

She scowls at me, screwing up her chubby, round face in a very unattractive way as her bushy eyebrows drew together. “I don’t want any screw-ups today, Rose. None of your usual tardiness is going to work today. But the good news is you can do as you please,” I raise a brow at her. “The mistress will be dealing with you for today anyway,” Romina gives me a wicked grin, giving me a slight push on my back to stand with one of the waiters lined up at the front.

“I know but there are some lies that are necessary, especially when you promise someone else to maintain them.” “What lies?” This time Paul heard the anger in my voice. “Rose, the man that attacked you, what do you remember about him?” Paul pressed like this had everything to do with what he wanted to tell me. The memory was blurry as I tried to put the pieces together. “I don’t know… he was fast, really fucking fast. And his teeth— No, I was so frightened I imagined most of it.” “Rose,” Ivan touched my hand and my eyes flew open. I hadn’t even realised I’d closed them so tightly. “Just tell us even if it sounds crazy.”

Layla pulled my hand, trying to get me to stay with her. "Honey? What's going on? Are you not happy to see me? Who is she?" She questioned. I turned and looked at her. After seeing my mate, Layla is nothing compaired to her. Alexandria had long, brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. Layla had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her face was always caked in makeup. "She's-" I started, but Layla interuppted me.