Rosalina R34 Novels & Stories

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

"You shouldn't have caused such a loud scene earlier, darling. You should have just come back to me quietly. I know you miss me and this body." Max turned around, looking entirely furious, he wasn’t ready for her games. But before he could speak, Rosina reached for the robe around her shoulders. With a smooth movement, the fabric fell straight to the floor, revealing her lace lingerie. She tilted her head, her gaze burning with pure seduction. She brushed her short black hair forward, framing her face perfectly as she smiled wickedly at him.

I know that seems like a lot, but with about four thousand in the pack, that is small. Rose dresses in slim cut dark heather grey slacks with comfy flats and a silk baby blue boat necked blouse tucked into the front of her pants. She keeps her mark on full display by pulling her soft straight hair into a high stylish ponytail, adds a simple winged eyeliner with mascara on her eyes and nudish pink lip gloss to her plump lips.

’I LOVE YOU, MI ALMA…. Nina could not believe her eyes what she was seeing in front of her. Those words, that name, those roses. Could it be the possibility that it was that same exact bouquet of red roses? No, it could not be possible. It was not possible. Nina traced her shivering finger over those words which were written on that ribbon but then her eyes automatically trailed on that wall in front of her and that huge photo frame hanging on it and that was where Nina felt every inch of her existence getting numbed and completely desensitised by seeing that person on that photograph…… Noelle Rican Alfanso…..It was her.

She scowls at me, screwing up her chubby, round face in a very unattractive way as her bushy eyebrows drew together. “I don’t want any screw-ups today, Rose. None of your usual tardiness is going to work today. But the good news is you can do as you please,” I raise a brow at her. “The mistress will be dealing with you for today anyway,” Romina gives me a wicked grin, giving me a slight push on my back to stand with one of the waiters lined up at the front.

"Don't you dare close them!" Rosana started panting heavily. Her nipples were hard and her p*ssy was throbbing. She still couldn't believe how hard her body responded to him. How it craved and chased after a release on his fingers. "Oh... Yes!!!" She moaned and squeezed her eyes shut. When she remembered his order, she immediately opened her eyes and looked down at him. "Sì... Per favore...! Feed me more!" [Yes... Please!] "I will. And I will not stop" Her pssy clenched at his words as he kept on fcking her brutally with his fingers.

But instead of heeding my warning, she surprised us all with an unexpected display of strength. With a trembling voice, Rosaline rose from her seat, her eyes filled with fierce determination. "No," she exclaimed, her voice quivering with defiance. "I won't allow you or anyone else to dictate my actions or threaten my life. I am not a puppet to be controlled. I will fight for my freedom, even if it means facing death itself."

A hefty tip. The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she took it and uttered a low thanks before going back to do her job. "Yes," I murmured, still getting used to being associated with a name I knew almost nothing about except for the power and protection that came with it. "Nikolai," he held out a hand. "It is nice to meet you, Black Rose." I took his hand, not wanting to be rude. His palms were soft, dry, and the warmth of it caught me off guard. He held me longer than necessary before letting go.

Lydia is Allen's mistress, and he's allowing his side piece to take place! Jade's face darkened. She turned to Allen, feigning anger. "Apologize to Rosie, you fool!" However, Allen raised his chin and replied, "I did nothing wrong. I will not marry Rosie because of such outdated, feudal relics from our elders! Love is love! I will leave if you two keep forcing me on this. "Rosie, you were raised with modern education. Why are you acting so old-fashioned?" His words enraged Jade. Allen's father, Jack Walter, slapped him lightly on the head. "Stop talking!"

Joanna was worried about losing her wealthy boyfriend, so every day she changed her tricks. One day, Jeffrey had a hangover and had just returned home when he received a call from Joanna. The woman on the other end of the phone had a gentle voice, just as he liked it in the past. "Jeffrey, something happened in the rose garden." Jeffrey became sober at once. "What happened?" Joanna paused for a moment, trying to be mysterious. "I saw the roses growing green leaves, are they going to bloom?" Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there.