Romanzi Rosa Novels & Stories

She couldn’t deny the brutality of Matthew’s methods, but she understood that such measures were necessary to extract valuable intelligence. “I’ll talk… I’ll talk… please, stop…” The Russian, barely able to breathe, finally muttered these words, his resolve shattered. Matthew straightened up, blood dripping from his fingers onto the cold floor. Under Matthew’s chilling gaze, the man shuddered, his body trembling involuntarily with fear. He quickly blurted out, "Mr. Robert wants to eliminate all Adonis heirs to seize their territory and dominate New York’s underworld. Matthew, you’re too strong, but the Adonis family’s defenses are weak. Curtis’s incompetence created an opening..."

The hall was silent, except for Roses’ soft whimpers. Nightbane’s gaze never left me. His wolf—weak, dyin, still managed to claw through his eyes, burning red like a wound that refused to heal. “Fel,” he breathed. Just one word, but it shattered the walls I’d built. I staggered to my feet, clutching Roses. “What are you doing here?” My voice was raw, breaking. I handed Roses to my mother and clutched my chest, “You’re not supposed to—”

HEADING OUT “Rose, where are you going?” He asked her as she kept walking. Roman followed after her but she did not look back once, neither did she answer his question. “Rose” he called out. “Roman please let me be. Go back inside. I'm done with you this night.” She said and kept walking into the darkness Roman watched her pull out her phone and dialed a number. There was no answer the first time but at the second ring the calk was connected.

She had lost it. With a small huff, Rosa sat back down, flipping through the book again to search slowly this time. That’s when certain words caught her eye. Mafia. Blood. Gun. Knife. Betrayal. Loyalty and many more dark words. Her brows furrowed deeper with each word. What kind of book was this? Rosa let out a soft sigh. Her fingers brushed the leather cover with disappointment. She hadn’t come for this. She only wanted to see the name on that letter. Just the name.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses. My confusion and curiosity grows when my finger brushes past a red one and it turns black. It gets worse I bucked the finger towards the black one and the shade turns. “What the fuck?” 'I second that. What the fuck?' Cecil adds. I shoot to my feet and walk towards the main door. Alexis was about to turn the key. I can explore the house later, right now everything is freaky and different.

As I am about to fling the door wide with my rage, it bursts open to reveal a drunk and disorderly man. Looking him up and down in distaste, Rose can only assume he is lost and tries to redirect him down the hall to his room… however, in her anger, she forgot to find the robe and is currently standing in front of said man wearing only her undergarments and a blouse half unbuttoned to her ribcage. He didn’t miss a thing though as he leered at her with a smirk. “Just what I needed to finish my night, a vision to warm my bed” he bellowed. As he took a step forward, almost falling into the room, Rose tried to prevent him from getting any farther. “Oh no you don’t, I am not some whore at this inn

I stopped myself from going too far and quickly stuttered, “Can we just… get the certificates already?” He flashed me a casual smile, and I turned crimson all over again. I looked away before he could notice, my heart hammering in my chest. I began to wonder if I was the only one who still remembered that night. He didn’t mention It. His eyes were unreadable—calm, cold, and utterly impossible to read. I stepped forward, signed my name on the small red certificate, and swore my vows. Just like that, I became a married woman. Mrs. Rodriguez.

Rose looked so excited, I had to chuckle. “You know you’re obsessed,” I told her. “Obsessed with what?” Nate asked. “Rose here reads and writes werewolf porn,” Kimi answered. I snorted at her description of Rose’s reading preferences. “It is not porn,” she tried to defend herself. “Yes, some of them have very steamy sex scenes, but the storyline is more about finding love, and fighting rogues.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Nate said with a shake of his head.

Marco drove into the gates of La Rosa Nera. The club's neon lights cast an eerie shadow over everything they touched. The club's pathway was a spectacle to behold. An archway adorned with beautiful black roses that resonated with the name of the club, La Rosa Nera (The Black Rose). The petals of these gorgeous flowers glittered and danced under the night sky. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and a fading sensation of danger that lingered.