Rosa Kane 소설 & 이야기

Everyone froze. Rose stepped forward from where she had been standing near Amelia’s unconscious body. No one had even noticed when she got there. Her eyes were cold, her expression devoid of fear. She gently brushed Amelia’s hair aside, confirming she was still breathing, before rising slowly to her feet. Kane’s gaze flicked toward her briefly, irritation flashing across his face. “This isn’t your place, woman. Step aside.” Rose didn’t flinch at his hard gaze. “You talk too much for someone who bleeds just like the rest of them,” she replied calmly.

“Please, don’t marry him. I love you. How am I supposed to live without you?” Williams’s voice broke as he pleaded, desperation seeping into every word. Slowly, deliberately, Elodie slid the engagement ring off her finger. Without hesitation, she hurled it at him, the sharp metallic sound of it hitting the ground cutting through the air like a knife. “Get lost, Williams,” she spat, her tone icy. “I never want to see your face again.” Williams stared down at the ring, the very one he had chosen with so much love and care, now lying discarded like it meant nothing. Without another word, he turned and walked away, his steps heavy. He didn’t look back, and with every step he to

I opened my own studio, and my days became full, vibrant, and happy. One night, Jordan stepped out of the shower, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on the small of his back. I leaned closer. It was a rose in full bloom—beside it, a little girl dancing. My fingertips trembled as I traced it, my eyes stinging. "I had it done when I was seventeen," he said softly. His gaze lowered to mine, eyes shimmering with starlight. "I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride."

***𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐱’𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯*** “Yeah, okay.” She’s with Emma and Yvonne and two women I’ve never seen before, although they do look vaguely familiar; they might be from work. They’re talking and laughing. Rose is wearing a tight cream-colored dress with long sleeves and a plunging neckline. I can see every curve on her delicious body, and my cock swells in appreciation. Her hair is down, and she pulls it over to one side as she talks, and I see the curve of her bare neck; my stomach clenches in excitement.

Alex Kane searching for missing wife. Businesswoman Rosa Kane missing after accident Rosa Fernandez, now Rosa Kane, reportedly disappeared after crash. My eyes stopped moving. Rosa Fernandez. Not Rosa Castillo. I frowned immediately and opened one of the articles, my pulse beginning to calm little by little as I read through it carefully. The woman in the photographs beside Alex looked almost like me at first glance. Similar hair and features. But she was not me. I knew she was not me. It was just like Charles had said. He had told me Alex Kane's wife looked like me.

I could tell my gaze burned her down. “It's an order!” I let out, and she unwillingly rode off. I smiled as I looked at the proud look of Rage. “So what's the plan?” I asked, facing Rage. “We wait,” he said after going out. “Rosa, get this woman some food, she looks like she's about to swallow a whale,” he spoke over his shoulder. Unlike Clara, Rosa was very nice; her bright red mohawk hair made her visible even in the dark. She has a well-built body, one can easily mistake her with a man, and with a voice like that, misgender mistakes are bound to happen not once nor twice.

she cut in sharply. Okay… Be nice, Rosie. “I'm so sorry about that—” “Whatever.” Elana muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. Be cool, Rosie. “Well, my name's Rosie. It's so nice to meet you.” I said with an outstretched arm. Elana stared at my arm in disdain. I pursed my lips, then slowly let my arm fall back at my side. “Look…” Angelica drawled, rubbing her temple. “You don't need to act all nice, Rosie—”

He considers it. “Lily’s sweet. But Rose has history.” I roll my eyes playfully. “You and your roses. You’re never letting that go, are you?” “Nope. It’s my brand now.” I sigh dramatically. “Fine. Rose it is. Sandra Rose Harper-Kane.” He looks at me, eyes suddenly soft again. “Really?” I nod. “Really. She should carry the story. The roses that started everything. The quiet way you loved me before I even knew it was you. It’s beautiful. She’ll love hearing it someday.”

She then slid into the booth next to Kain. Daring to take a glance at her, even I had to admit she was drop-dead gorgeous. Long, slender legs, a somewhat toned body with perky breasts. Her long raven hair fell around her in beautiful curls and her hazel-brown eyes drew you in with a warmth that made you feel welcomed. The more I admired her, the further I sank into depression. She was the image of perfection, and Kain was lucky to marry her. “Thanks for seeing us on such short notice like this,” Kain said, offering her a friendly smile. He glanced at me, then at Drake, and then back to me as he introduced the woman. “This is Rhiana Rose.”

Rosa clapped her hands happily. "What about Anna?" Karen asked. "Oh, Anna is right outside. She is speaking to a guy she just met and she won't even look at me," Rosa pouted sadly. Karen laughed out at her childish act. "You are funny," she muttered, then turned to concentrate on her makeup. "Can I help you with that?" Rosa moved closer. "Yes, you can. Help me check how okay it is." Karen turned to face her. ** Right outside the room. At the front of the pack house.