Rosa Mas Hermosa Novels & Stories

As they went under a bridge, parrotfish of all sizes and colors swam around them. Madchen marvelled at the sight, as Drago chuckled. “Welcome to Islamorada, the land of the purple sunset. The whole area was beautiful, tropical and a little exotic. Sand, palm trees and ones with red blossoms dotted the area. The boat pulled up to a dock, on the Atlantic side, which was nearly as calm as the gulf. “We are here,” Drago purred, as his dragon showed the happiness of being with his mate.

“We have to hurry.” We ran the rest of the way to the cottage, Grace doing her best to keep up despite her condition. The moment we reached the door, I shoved it open, the hinges groaning in protest. Inside, the air was thick with the remnants of powerful magic, the scent of burnt herbs and something acrid hanging in the air. And there she was. Rose lay crumpled on the floor, her skin pale and her breathing shallow. Her fiery red hair was splayed out like a halo, a stark contrast against the dark wood. My heart seized at the sight.

In March she takes her mother to Begur. They take the first bus on a Saturday morning, arriving at eleven with the light already doing what Mediterranean light does in early spring — arriving at an angle that makes everything look newly made. The hotel Rosa chose from the internet is small and clean, with blue shutters and a terrace that looks out over the old town rooftops toward the sea. Rosa stands on the terrace for a long moment without speaking, her hands on the iron railing, looking at the water. Valentina stands beside her and does not say anything either.

Yes, she was beautiful, alluring. Nneoma arrived La Palms Resort at 16: 55 N.T, her heart beating excitedly. She looked round the place. It was beautiful. La Palms Resort was an expanse of land, splashed with green palm trees which beautified the environment immensely. White roses dominated, illuminating the scenery. Nneoma stared at the main building, a long one storey building which was absolutely well architectured. She noted the beautiful fountain spraying water on the side of the main building at the entrance. A lot of tables and umbrellas were set in the spacious lawns. And many people were already having meals alfresco. 'This place is beautiful,' she murmured looking around appreciati

I exclaimed when we arrived at a private beach resort around Misamis Oriental. A dinner date set up on the beach was dawned on me. There were rose petals spread around on the white sand and was formed the words ‘happy monthsary love’. It was placed far from the sea. Probably, so that the sea waves won’t reach it and the wind was not that very strong so it was still in order. And it is well prepared that it creates beautiful scenery. "Flowers for you, Love," he muttered and handed me a bouquet with a different set of flowers which I instantly accepted. "Happy monthsary. Did you like my surprise?"

I sat up on the edge of the cot and felt the bandages on my shoulder and it still throbbed with a dull ache but the burning heat was gone, and I looked over to see Alessia sleeping soundly on a pile of blankets while the morning sun started to bleed through the cracks in the boathouse walls. I didn't want to wake her yet so I stood up slowly and grabbed the high-powered telescope we had taken from the van and I moved toward the window that faced the lake, and I spent the next hour watching the black sedans and the sleek motorboats arriving at the grand palace across the water. I adjusted the lens and focused on the main dock where a group of men in dark suits were standing around a woman in

he said and gently touched the memory card he was holding in his hand. We immediately left that place and both of us went to the former mansion where they were staying. In the hacienda of the Marcaidas, where happy memories of a family are formed. I helped him inside and we stopped walking for a moment when we reached the garden. I looked at him and noticed that his eyes were closed. In those moments I abused the opportunity to stare at his face for a long time. A lot of time has passed but the beauty she has still hasn't faded.