Romanzi Rosa Novels & Stories

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.

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!]

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.

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…

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly. His gaze was full of her. He smiled and pointed to the flowerpot she had just placed nearby. Half teasing, he said, “Then Cecilia is a red rose. Delicate and thorny. Only I can afford to take care of you.” Cecilia turned and looked at the roses Lucas had placed in the room that morning. And tears streamed silently down her face.

林宜兰等着他继续说下去。 “你遭伏击时，我脱下你的军装为你治疗，看到了你的军衔牌。你年纪轻轻，若非出身高贵，根本不可能晋升到少校军衔。轻而易举就能买到赤龙牙，想必你的家世非同凡响。你的枪法和战斗技巧都非常出色，简直就是天生的战士，这必定是长期艰苦训练的结果。”纤细的指尖轻轻抚过她娇嫩的脸颊，又迅速缩回。“你的地位和实力远胜那头野兽，他竟敢对你下手，可见你在军中行事 低调。我一直在想，帝国中究竟是哪家既有权又有财的贵族，才能培养出你这样的后裔，直到我想起你钱袋上绣着的那朵玫瑰。” “你猜到我姓林？”她那双淡褐色的眼睛里充满了惊讶和难以置信。