Romanzi Rosa Novels & Stories

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

I texted Anna that I'd be meeting her while walking down the street to Blossombee. "Haven! Hold on!" I turned around to see James half-sprinting towards me. "Whoa, James. Is everything alright?", I asked, concerned. He took a few seconds, trying to catch his breath, and spoke "I don't have anything to do this evening. And I see you heading to Blossombee. Let's go and grab a coffee?", he asked, trying to catch his breath again. I smiled at him and said "Firstly, calm down. Breathe. Secondly, why not? Let's go", I said, walking towards Blossombee.

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.

Luciano murmured, his voice rough with frustration. "It's always like this," Rosa said, biting her lip as she pulled her hand back, trying not to smile at his dramatic complaint. "Come on, baby. We need to be quick before our little devil wakes up again," Luciano whispered, nipping lightly at her ear. Rosa sucked in a breath. “You are unbelievable." "I am yours, amore mio," he husked. Her cheeks flushed at the reminder. It still amazed her how, with each passing day, he seemed to grow more and more romantic.

That’s right, The third thing I forgot to mention, the maid was also the driver. The café, a hidden gem nestled in the heart of the city, was Lucas's private sanctuary. As Rose approached the unmarked entrance, she marvelled at the intimate setting. Inside, a single candle flickered on the elegantly set table. The ambiance was one of quiet sophistication, with antique wooden chairs and rich crimson drapes. As she stepped into the warm, cozy atmosphere, her eyes met Lucas's. He rose from his chair, a welcoming grin on his face. "Yo," he greeted, his voice infused with delight at her arrival. …

Roman says sitting. "He likes expensive food. He only eats organic. He is rough in the intimate department. He likes to put bruises on you. He dyes his hair, which is natural brown, and sometimes grows out his facial hair. He got a rich grandma who thinks he walks on water. She gives him money. Her name is Elsie Good, "Rose spits out. "Any scars or tattoos?"Roman asks. He is texting someone. "He got dragons on his back and roses on his chest. He is a violent man, "she sighs sadly. The bags under her eyes are still there even after twenty-two hours of straight sleep.

Lysan stood there, staring at the rose and the note in his hands. His thumb ran over the words slowly. The handwriting was so familiar in a way that made his chest stir uncomfortably. His eyes moved to the rose next. It was fresh. The stalk was still green, not a trace of withering. His mind went to Roman first, but he quickly dismissed it. This wasn't Roman's style. Every white rose Roman left on the chest of enemies, on the body of his victims, on the doorstep of those he wanted to terrorize was always dead, without any note.

she protest Matteo didn't reply her, he rubbed the bridge of his noise and any sensible person could see that he was trying to hold himself from doing something bad. “Meet me in my room Rosa, I can't stand the sight of some people” and with that he left me with the hot lady without really explaining what was going on