Romanzi Rosa Novels & Stories

"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

She said it, leaving LyLy's face grimacing and whispering to her: "I think I need to buy the manager a box of brain tonics plus some sore throat tablets." She said bravely and bravely walked toward the management room. She watched and only shook her head and worried about her fate and was also eaten like herself. Sitting rearranging her pile of works, flipping over and reading it word by word, she felt just as the manager said her recent works lacked the poetic, romantic qualities that love novels often have. Depressed to read for a while, she was also released by the manager, compared to her time in detention she was less boring.

A tall, muscular man aged around thirty-five to fourteen looks at her with his red pair of eyes as if she committed a sin by entering here. "I'm searching for some important papers I mistook for trash," Rosalia says. "They are very important; I really need them." "You mean them?" A drunk man comes out from behind him with some papers in his hand. She is so glad to see those papers in his hand. She quickly goes near him to take those papers, but as soon as she tries to take them, he takes them away from her. "Give me those papers; those belong to my husband," she says desperately.

When I looked at Anna, I saw her face go pale and her hands fiddle with the hem of her dress. I looked at the entrance when I heard the shoes clicking against the wooden ground. A dark-haired man made his way through the door with a group of men behind. He had a chiseled jawline with a deep scar on top of his eyebrow. Being such a klutz I am, I accidentally dropped the fork that I was holding a while ago, grabbing all the attention. I looked down at my plate avoiding all the stares that I received. Within a moment, I sneaked a glance to see him looking at me with a grim countenance. His green eyes with a glint of gold at the edges pierced through mine unknowingly making me swarmed with butte

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.

I glanced over at Rodah. Her black silk robe was completely open at the top, her breathing so heavy that her pale breasts were heaving in the dim dashboard light. The raw, dripping scent of her arousal filled my lungs, mixing with the smell of gunpowder on my hands. She wasn't a mafia killer. She was terrified. But the lethal danger had turned her fear into pure, unfiltered lust. She looked at me, her lower lip trembling, her green eyes dark. "Martinez," she choked out, dropping the gun onto the floorboards. "I need you. Right now. I feel like I'm going to die."

Rose ''Are you sure?'' Elis asks. I turn to look at him, seeing that we're actually eyeing Elia from afar. He has a smirk on his face while an unknown woman is currently sitting beside him—her dress splits nicely, showing off her long legs as she soothingly rub onto Elia's back. My heart aches at the way she touches him because that should be me instead of her. ''No,'' I mutter under my breath. ''I know I rarely say this but Rose, go and get your man back. Show him who's boss.'' He says, gripping onto my shoulders and making me smile immediately before I push the door open, entering the restaurant—an exclusive restaurant with hanging chandeliers and dim lights on the walls.

Just an older man with silver hair and eyes like oil; slick, dark, unreadable. They called him consigliere. Advisor. Manipulator. He smiled at her like he knew everything. Including why she was here. She avoided him for the rest of the day. But that night, as she cleaned the study, she found something. A black notebook, half-buried under a pile of folders. Inside, dates. Payments. Names. Including her father’s. One name was underlined in red. "Project 5B : Initiated by A.D." She blinked. Her breath caught.