Romanzi Rosa Novels & Stories

Top buttons undone. When I walk down to the private garage, Rosella’s already there. She turns around as I approach. “Hi,” she says softly, her voice carrying a mix of anxiety and relief. I ignore her greeting completely, walking straight past her while masking the awe that crashes into my chest. God… she looks like a goddess. But I refuse to let her see just how much she affects me. Roman is already behind the wheel of the yellow Lambo. I pull open the rear door and gesture for her to get in first. Once she does, I slide into the seat beside her.

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.

He held it up to the light, the delicate pen pressed between his fingers - light yet exquisite. "I like it", he turned, staring at the bouquet of blue roses, his gaze complicated. Dylan scratched his head, an awkward laugh escaping his lips. "That... the flower shop i contacted had ran out of chamomiles and only had those". Matthew inhaled, nodding slowly with a low hum. "Thanks" "It was nothing actually, just something that i had to do...out of courtesy", Dylan smiled, waving his hands lightly. They stared at each other silently for a while, neither having a word to say. After a moment, Dylan cleared his throat, his hands running through his thick, strands of hair.

Moreover, Elise had given me the copyrights to three major novels—top-ranked and perennial chart-toppers in order to help me vent my frustration. Many people went wild on her social media. [Did Rosie save your life before? Why did you give her so many novels?!] [Elf, if you're being threatened, just change your profile picture!] Elise immediately changed her profile picture to a shot of me on the set, leaving everyone stunned. My fans burst into laughter. [I knew it! How could someone say Rosie was some kind of evil capitalist who forced Elf to give up her novels?!] [Elf probably has about twenty novels! Give them all to Rosie if you could!]

Rosa sits beside her, weaving a braid into her dark hair, her lips moving softly with a story I know I once heard in my own childhood. “And the brave knight,” Rosa says, her voice low and melodic, “fought not for glory, but for the heart he cherished. For love.” Sofia giggles. “Like Daddy?” Rosa’s gaze flickers, just for a breath, toward me standing in the hall. Then she smiles, soft and practiced. “Yes, cuore mio. Like your Daddy.” Something twists inside me. The warmth should comfort me. Instead, it burns. Matteo appears behind me, silent as ever, one hand brushing my lower back in quiet greeting. His eyes fix immediately on Rosa, hard and unyielding.

Rosa's restless footsteps echoed in front of the grand Romano's Mansion. Anxious anticipation coursed through her veins, fueled by her desire to catch a glimpse of Andrea. She had grown weary of Celine's manipulative games and was now resolved to expose her deceitful nature to the Romanos. Celine had made it abundantly clear during their last conversation that she had no intention of relinquishing her hold on Robert. Rosa's heart raced as her thoughts spiraled, until the sudden ring of her phone snapped her back to reality. Without bothering to check the caller's ID, she hastily answered.

Looking around her, Rosa tried to keep her mind occupied with other things, she needed as much distraction as she could get. Just then, her eyes fell on the pamphlets that were splayed on the table just beside where she sat. Picking a handful of them she browsed through them mindlessly, she was not an avid reader, but these were what she required at the moment. Not fully paying attention but browsing through them nevertheless. They were distraction enough. Soon enough, Rosa was bored by them, and sighing frustrated to herself, she dropped the pamphlets but picked them right back up as her eyes caught something on one of the covers.

My little warrior. I want to devour her. I want to protect her. I want both, and the contradictions make my blood sing. Her breath stirs against my throat, warm, fragile. I lower my head, whispering into her hair, words I would never dare let her hear awake: “You will never leave me, Rosalina. Not in this life, not in the next.” The city blurs past outside, but I don’t see Paris anymore. I see only her—her fingers tangled with mine, her heartbeat steady against me.

she added. "Then I reached an unfamiliar place but there I saw this piece of paper which was addressed to you so I thought I should give this to you myself," Rose completed the sentence in one breath. "What paper?" "Right," she started finding something in the pocket of her pants. She removed tiny pebbles and colorful petals from her pocket before finally revealing the paper, "This paper." A crumbled piece of paper was now in my hand. I opened it, and words were scribbled inside the paper in a messy handwriting, making it almost impossible to read.

Marlie clenched her hands against the sheets as Zhander stripped himself of clothes. He’d never done it before…the other times they’d done this, Marlie was the only person naked. But now that Zhander’s chest was bare, she couldn’t help but acquaint her eyes. There was a wolf howling towards a broken moon drawn beautifully on his chest, and these four letters were written beneath it… R. O. S. A. It was that name again…the one that now lived in her head; Rosa…