Rosa Y Champagne Novels & Stories

Champagne walked out of the kitchen towards the door and unlocked it, there was no one specific but a box of chocolates and a bunch of roses. Her eyes lifted and scanned the hallway but no one was around, her gaze landed back on the flowers and she bent down to pick them up and heard a click as a blue light flashed her way. Champagne her head quick and stood to up, she was sure she heard a camera and even saw a light. Someone was watching her, she been right some one was stalking her. Her eyes turned to the flowers again, she was growing more suspicious of these flowers. Champagne picked them up with the box of chocolate's and walked inside.

I said, bowing my head a bit as I looked at the mayor. “If you really want it, then I will go on and sign your resignation letter.” He took the envelope as he brought out the letter and he signed it after a long wait, probably he was contemplating but he had no other choice. “So why don’t we celebrate the two, soon to wed couples?? Reynolds and Rosina!!” I chuckled, trying to heighten the mood. “Oh! That’s true.” Reynolds muttered as he picked up the Armand de Brignac Rose. That was a pretty expensive wine here. Who would think twice about the champagne, I guess everyone by now we know how Reynolds loves the expensive lifestyle.

I huff quietly and do my best to ignore his leering eyes as he pushes the dazed woman away from him and licks the remaining blood from his lips. “Rosalyn is it? Don’t be shy and come stand beside your master,” Matthias says to me as he places his glass on a brown coaster on the coffee table. The way he calls Paul my master makes my skin prickle. Paul fists his hands but looks to me and nods for me to come stand beside him. My legs feel shaky as I step closer, keeping my head to the floor and hoping we won’t be here long. “Lift your head and look at me, Rosalyn. It’s rude not to look at someone when they speak to you,” Matthias demands calmly and I don’t like where this is going.

From that moment on, Rose and Liam vowed to navigate their lives together, sharing not only the joys and pleasures but also the challenges and triumphs that lay ahead. Rose sat in her chair, a glass of deep red wine cradled in her hand. The rich aroma filled the air, momentarily distracting her from the whirlwind of thoughts that consumed her mind. She took a small sip, savoring the smoothness of the liquid as it slid down her throat. The liquid courage, she thought to herself, willing it to embolden her.

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

I thank God the dress is braless because when I notice her perky dusty rose nipples calling out to me, I don't waste time. "Crescent." she moans lowly. That is a switch to something so carnal deep within me. I ravage her nipples and breasts like a starved man. Satisfied by my work on her breasts, I trace a finger down her torso while I kiss her. I am not surprised to find her wet and ready.

Liora I looked in the mirror, smiling at myself because I knew that my boyfriend wouldn't be able to take his eyes off me, once he sees me. The roses on my left hand were from his favourite fancy florist, red marigold because those were his favourite. In my right hand, a very expensive bottle of champagne, his favourite as well, which, I chuckled to myself, left me a little broke.

he finished the order, gazing at him so he would go get them faster. I couldn’t help but smile a little after the waiter left with our orders. Damien also smiled, but got puzzled. I did not picture him as a man of milk coffee. More like black one. I didn’t think he even realized the pretty words that came out of his mouth. He must have been also in shock. “You are really beautiful when you smile, Miss Clarissa!” he said sharply, naturally, as if we had run the topics of discussion out. I couldn’t help the redness in my cheeks.