Romanzi Rosa Novels & Stories

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。

The name made Daisy's heart clench. Julia Rosette was Dario's childhood sweetheart, the Verdant family’s doctor, and his ex-fiancee. "After Julia's father betrayed the Verdant family and was executed, she could never become my wife," Dario said with a sigh. "She's lost everything now except me. Since she can only be my mistress, the least I can do is give her a child." He paused before continuing. "As for Daisy, she's only an orphan. She's easy to control. I only married her to cover for Julia. Once Julia gives birth, I'll have the child address Daisy as Mom."

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

A car will come get you. Roman Bianchi was indeed a no-nonsense kind of man. And it seemed like he wasn’t giving her much of a choice. Rose felt her core tingle and weep ever so slightly at the mere thought of him, his domineering atittude as unnerving as it was exhilirating. I have plans, she soon texted back, lying because she wasn’t sure she wanted to be entangled with the mafia boss further. Kinda late for regrets now, a part of her told her. You should have thought it through before agreeing to be ravaged in a bar.

Lila stood guard, her scarred arm limp, flare gun spent, her face raw with Etienne’s ghost, but her stance a soldier’s, ready. The vein moved. Not pulsed. It wrote, threading across my collarbone, scripting new lines in my hand: ROSA VASQUEZ: THE NEW BLOOD. The letters seared, burning my skin, and I gasped, a sound that was half-laugh, half-scream, my hands clawing at my chest as if I could hack it out like a bad line of code. “Rosa!” Elena’s voice was a blade, sharp with love. “Fight it!”

"Saturday would be wonderful. You know I trust Rosalia's taste." Rosalia glowed. "It's going to be beautiful," she said softly. "Gold and white, maybe some dark red roses. A union of elegance and danger just like you two." "Danger is our game," Fiorella breathed, giving me a glance. A glint in her eye brought my heart to a stop.

Rose said, ignoring Roman's words. "Are you spying on me now?" Roman tilted his head, his gaze turning dangerous. Realizing her mistake, Rose gulped. "N—No, I would never do such a thing. I just heard some things," she replied, her voice already revealing her lie. She had made an effort to investigate every single woman Roman was sleeping with frequently. Call her obsessed, and yes she was. She even had the impression that she was his girlfriend, but that was before he introduced Alana as his girlfriend to his grandfather.

With one eye raking and undressing her all over and the other one trailing Rose's head among the crowd, Roman grinned silently, dipped his hands in his pocket and took out his business card, handing it over to her. She giggled. Her voice was very disturbing and not sounding pleasant to his ears. "Only use the number on the card, if you're one for an adventure." He grimaced. "Oh!, I love adventures." She winked at him and ran her through his shirt. Getting her point, Roman winked back and resisted sneezing. The perfume she had on was so strong that they tore at his inside's and made his stomach rumble. With June at the back of his mind, he continued in the direction Rose went.