Romanzi Rosa Novels & Stories

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.

Rose takes a step back, and I follow slowly after her. "Roman, stop," she says. Her voice trembling. But I can't stop. I'm consumed by hate. Rage. "You think you can just move on to him? After everything we shared?" I spit. Rose's face flushes. "We didn't share anything, Roman. You blackmailed me. You said it was just sex" she reminds me. Her words cut deep. But I refuse to acknowledge them. "You're just cheap. Easy. Anyone can have you," I insult.

I tооk hеr раntіеѕ in bоth hаndѕ and ripped thеm dоwn the ѕеаmѕ pulling thеm frоm hеr body, mаkіng her gаѕр. Rоѕе'ѕ pubis wаѕ ѕhаvеd smooth. Nо dоubt thе influence frоm hеr books оn еrоtіса. Everything was shaved down thеrе. I mаdе her turn аnd ѕhоw mе еvеrуthіng.

His hand left my wrist and travelled down to my body and his teeth pulled softly on my bottom lip before he slammed his lips on mine, claiming my mouth again. My body shivered feverishly with pleasure, I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him closer to me. My fingers dived into his hair and the feel of his silky hair on my tips as I massaged his scalp aggressively sent waves of pleasure pooling in the pit of my stomach. He moaned in ecstasy before tearing his wet swollen lips away from mine. "cazzo!! mi stai guidando pazzo!!" "cosa stai facendo a me rosa??" he asked staring into my eyes like they held answers.

He felt like pushing his fingers into Sebastian's jet-black hair. Sebastian was aware of Dante's stare but he pretended to be oblivious of it. As a matter of fact, he was enjoying it. Sebastian thought the drive was too silent so he brought up a conversation. "Who is Rachel?" "Huh?" Sebastian turned to Dante and asked again, "who is she? Rachel. You kept repeating her name in your sleep. You...you even cried." "Oh" "So...is she your girlfriend?" Dante raised his brow. "Girlfriend?"

Lisa wasn't worth it and Rosa wasn't going to let Lisa inside her head. "I make him feel things that you can only dream of," she said. "Men don't just want me for my body, you know. I let him do dark things to me and he enjoys it. You can't make him happy, Rosa. You are far too vanilla and plain. You couldn't take the types of dark fantasies that Axel has. I can." She turned and showed rosa a long white scar that ran down the length of her back. It marred the perfect golden tan she had and rosa mouth dropped open in surprise.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

However, before the food was served, the waiter brought over a bouquet of red roses. "This is for Ms. Stafford, sent by one Mr. Pennington in congratulations for the successful art exhibition." Heather did not take the flowers. She told the waiter to send them back. "Tell Mr. Pennington that I don't like red roses." Red roses were Anne's favorite, not hers. She only liked pink ones.

I can't afford anymore favours from them. I know Bade abbu will be angry but I will manage him. Shaking my head at my thoughts I sat down on my usual seat but saw something that caught my attention. A rose, a letter and a chocolate. Rose and chocolate is not anything new for me but it's the first time I got a letter. I won't read this letter now because I don't want it to affect my exam. I will read it after my exams. The exam hall is almost empty with very few students. I don't understand how come I get this every time I'm alone and not with any of my friends.