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

My beautiful, unique rose. - - - - - -

“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

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

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.

The universe was conspiring in our favor, giving us a blessing for this new chapter of our lives. I got out of bed with a smile glued to my lips, my eyes still locked on the words written on the note. In an incredibly sweet way, Vincenzo had prepared my breakfast and left a rose beside the tray. Glancing towards the kitchen, I saw freshly brewed coffee in the coffee pot, and its enticing smell filled the air. His gesture touched me in such a deep way that I felt an overwhelming emotion in my chest, like a warm flame spreading throughout my body.

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.

“You’re w-wrong.” “Oh my dear Rose, I have seen you ogling at my brother and I bet you will make him as yours.” She smirked and left me confirming that she knew she was right. What the fuck?Rosella My fingers gently traced the first page. Her writing was mesmerizing. It was elegant. Something I never possessed. 21st June’ 12

Stumbling in my black pointy shoes whilst running my hands down my red shirt and black skirt and small frilly apron, I tried to walk faster toward the other side. And to my horror, noticed that everything was ready and the food was just waiting to be served. And the waiters returned at that exact moment….. meaning that the banquet table had already been set. “Rose!!” Romina’s sharp voice brings me out of my horrified state, I try to muster up a neutral expression as I stroll over to her. She scowls at me, screwing up her chubby, round face in a very unattractive way as her bushy eyebrows drew together.