Romanzi Rosa Novels & Stories

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.

Fat tears rolled like pearls down her pale cheeks as she longed for the comforts of her old life, before she had been swept up into this nightmare. As the last notes of the song faded from her lips, the insistent sound of knocking echoed from the door. Rosita knew it was Romano's henchman, who had been trying to coax her out for the better part of an hour. But she had no intention of submitting to their demands—marriage was the furthest thing from her mind. Romano's worried voice called out. "My angel, are you alright in there? Why aren't you opening the door?" The jingle of keys came before Romano's hurried footsteps, and Rosita tensed as he burst onto the balcony, seizing her hand and pull

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.

When a soft knock comes on the door, Cameron doesn't bother looking up since it was going to be Rosa. "Dinner is ready" Rosa announced as she stepped into the room "I don't have an appetite" Cameron's eyes were glued to the book which only made Rosa frown and so she took long steps towards her and ripped the book out of her hand. "What are you doing?" Closing the book, Rosa shook her head, with everything that's happening to her life, she still couldn't believe Cameron can stomach all the crazy in romance books. They were overly exaggerated and made falling in love seem so harmless. Rosa could disagree with all of them, seeing Cameron suffering and how the late Alpha killed his wife was evi