Romanzi Rosa Novels & Stories

Rose returned to her wing, tried to read again, but the words blurred on the page. Luca’s words had unsettled her more than she cared to admit. Dante is controlling… don’t lose yourself. She pressed the book shut and set it aside, but the echo of his smooth voice remained. By evening, the villa quieted in that peculiar way Corona Nera always did, as though it held its breath at night. Rose left her room and wandered down one of the quieter corridors toward the music room, a space lined with old instruments that no one seemed to touch anymore.

With us being the meat of the evening, I would’ve given anything to not be alone. He walked across the room to the blonde sitting all alone in one corner of the room. I immediately recognised her. Anybody would. Rosaline Guerra was known for being the beauty of Cosa Nostra, with golden hair, fair skin, sharp features and height. Rosaline had something off about her. I’d seen her in other parties before, but she had never looked this . . . upset. I used to envy her for the freedom she had that none of us did. But even that freedom had ended, since everyone expected her to say yes to marrying Terenzio De Vitto. Maybe that was the reason behind her sadness.

“You’re w-wrong.” “Oh my dear Rose, I have seen you ogling at my brother and I bet you will make him as yours.” She smirked and left me confirming that she knew she was right. What the fuck?Rosella My fingers gently traced the first page. Her writing was mesmerizing. It was elegant. Something I never possessed. 21st June’ 12

The other five days she had a garden and a granddaughter who came on Saturdays and a book she was reading about Sicilian agricultural cooperatives in the nineteenth century. "Send me the title," Valeria said. "Why?" Rosa said. "Because I want to read it," Valeria said. A pause. Rosa deciding whether the question was real. "You have time to read?" she said. "I am making time," Valeria said. "I will send it," Rosa said. She ended the call. Lorenzo was in the doorway. "Rosa Marino," she said. "Case thirty-eight. She is going to send me a book about agricultural cooperatives."

,sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} “Sir, we present you the Red Rose. The huntress you have wanted dead for many years. She came here today, in the guise of a prisoner, with the intention to kill you. We convinced her that we would work for her, knowing that it would allow us to bring her to you, unaware of the danger she would be in. She is at your mercy, to do with as you wish Sir. She also has another identity; this woman is the new Luna of the Blue Flame pack.”

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

At Tim Corporation, Paris 9:15 a.m. Rosaline’s P.O.V. I was stacking all the files neatly making sure there should not be any flaws. I was too excited for the meeting of our company with Romano Corporation. I am a huge fan of Antonio Romano. He has always been my role model. I love sports cars and the Romano Co. were the top manufacturers of cars like Porsche 911 and Porsche 718 Boxter. At such a young age, Antonio Romano has established his empire so well and productively​.

He looks at me with sweetest smile and comes towards me. "Happy Birthday to my lovely and beautiful wife." Rudra says as he gives me the rose and kiss on my lips. I look down shyly and say, "Thank you." "It has been one year but one thing is still the same. I get the blush I was waiting for you. I just wish everything remains just as it is right now. And may you blush like this every year on your birthdays with me." Rudra says as he takes me in his arms. "Aren't you getting too much romantic nowadays?" I ask as I bite my lip and caress the rose.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

she repeated, her voice breaking "And where am I?" Before Dr. Mira could respond, the door creaked open and a maid entered, Rosa barely glanced at her; her focus was on the doctor. Dr. Mira hesitated for a moment, her gaze shifting to the maid and back to Rosa. "You're in Silvio Romano's mansion" she said flatly. "Silvio?" Rosa repeated, her voice thin with disbelief. Dr Mira nodded Rosa's chest tightened "This can't be... I can't be here!" she screamed, the words tearing out of her