Romanzi Rosa Novels & Stories

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.

Thankfully, none of it was the Mistress's screams. "Girl, this better be good. Why the hell are you smiling like you won a lottery?" Lucretia asked as she walked into Rosana's office. "I am not smiling," Rosana replied, immediately wiping out the smile. "Oh sì, lo eri!" [Oh yes, you were!] "Cut it out, I wasn't" Rosana replied and skimmed through the pages of the magazine she was reading. Lucretia remained quiet, staring at her with knowing eyes until she couldn't hide it anymore. "Okay, fine, you win"

*** We spent the afternoon at the bookstore down the street, because of course Alessio had to prove that he could, in fact, pick a better novel than I could. He was wrong. Obviously. “You can’t seriously think this is better than Austen,” I said, holding up my book in triumph. Alessio crossed his arms, giving me that infuriating smirk. “Rosa, The Count of Monte Cristo is a masterpiece.” “It’s long.” “It’s revenge.” I snorted. “Why am I not surprised?” His smirk widened. “What can I say? I have a type.” I arched a brow. “And what type is that?”

he agreed, pressing a soft kiss into my dark hair. --- **CHRISTOPHER P.O.V** The smell of her lemon soap filled my head, making the dirty memories of the Rome warehouse fade away completely. I lay back on the pillows, pulling Rosalina down with me. She rested her head on my chest, her small hand lying flat over my ribs. "You need to sleep," she whispered, her brown eyes looking up at me in the dim afternoon light. "I will sleep if you stay right here," I said, my voice rough with exhaustion.

Tears rolled down her cheeks thinking about this. Roman stopped before her. "I got you red roses because they're said to be the most beautiful type of Rose but I know that isn't true because you're the most beautiful type of Rose. You're kind, caring, loving and so beautiful. I love how you treat people and how disciplined you are. Most of all, you're perfect, Rose. " Roman gave her the flowers. Rose collected the flowers and took a deep breath, taking in the nice scent of the flower. "I love you, Rose." Roman knew he had to say this sooner or later. Saying it felt like a burden had been taken down from his shoulders. He had those words in his chest and he knew he had to get it out someway.

A tall, muscular man aged around thirty-five to fourteen looks at her with his red pair of eyes as if she committed a sin by entering here. "I'm searching for some important papers I mistook for trash," Rosalia says. "They are very important; I really need them." "You mean them?" A drunk man comes out from behind him with some papers in his hand. She is so glad to see those papers in his hand. She quickly goes near him to take those papers, but as soon as she tries to take them, he takes them away from her. "Give me those papers; those belong to my husband," she says desperately.

I got a bit nervous as I asked, Ayase, um, are you alright? Ayase turned towards me, her eyes brimming with anger. She took the letter. I opened it and emptyed it's contents. Out came the money and a well-decorated 'I Love You' card. She picked them up and marched towards the kitchen. Wait, is she going to do what I think she is going to do? No sooner did I catch the burning smell, and I rushed towards the stove, full pace ahead. I became angry, which is totally unlike me. What is wrong with you? Have you gone insane?"

“Maria is Rolando’s wife. She is an amazing cook! She used to send Monica and I lunch on Mondays and Fridays. Her tamales and enchiladas are to die for.” “Seriously, why do all the adults in my life kiss so much?” Maddie exclaims with a yuck face as I pull away from Rose’s lips again. “Because all the adults in your life are in love and don’t care that you don’t like us kissing.” I reply as I kiss Rose again. She just melts into me. When she pulls back, I realize I don’t see the mark Zeus left on her neck. “Did someone apply makeup to cover my mark?” I ask in a whisper.

"You're stunning, Rajkumari." "But I don't want someone to love me for my beauty!" Ahankara snapped, taking her hands away fron Neharika's and turning away from her. "I don't want to be the Moon," she said softly. "And you're not," Neharika replied, turning her around. "You're a unique Rose, Rajkumari. The most beautiful one to ever exist." "And he's made of flames," Ahankara whispered, feeling a chill run down her spine. "He's gonna destroy me as soon as he touches me, Neharika."