Rosaline Chow Novels & Stories

“Numbers. Dates. Nothing I understood.” “Figures.” He sighed. “Come on, walk with me before you hyperventilate.” *** The corridor lights were dimmed for the night, throwing long shadows along tapestried walls. Alonso matched her steps; his shoulder brushed hers, deliberate. “You don’t strike me as the timid type,” he said. “Because I didn’t faint?” “Because your eyes are on fire.” She blinked. “Allergies.” He chuckled, genuine, warm enough to thaw the winter in her bones. Dangerous warmth.

Now she understood why Rose gave her all just to be with him. "Harder!!!" Mary commanded in her little moans and Prince rode her so well that she started saying gibberish. She was just looking at the ceiling and caressing her boobs as the fucking kept entertaining her. He didn't give her time to rest but kept hitting her at the right place. At that sweet sex, you'll probably say they'd agree to get married.

This is so wrong. I walk to the door sighing before I make a timid knock. Seconds later, I make a firm knock. I wonder how she is going to react when sees me. Suddenly the door flies open to reveal Della in a transparent pink gown over a beautiful set of matching thong and bra. Oh my God. "What the f..! Oh my God!" she exclaims. "Crescent, what are you doing here?" Della straightens her gown to cover her sexy lingerie. She isn't fast enough. I have to swallow hard to keep my libido in place.

Rosalinda said, placing her finger on his lips. Thirty minutes later, Chase Hudson was under the quilt drilling his woman hard "... oh Chase, you will be the death of me…ah..oh.. fuck me harder, I can take it in.. just do it harder…"Rosalinda moaned out in ecstasy.

CHAPTER ONE VANESSA'S POV The strong smell of food wafted up to my nostrils persistently, though I was feeling hungry, I didn't just have the appetite to eat anything. "Bon appetite." the chef clad in thickly starched white uniform said cheerily to me. I beamed him a bright smile and nodded slightly, as a dismissive gesture. My gaze wandered to the different assortment of food laid out on the table, ranging from bacon, eggs...scrambled eggs, a very thick greasy looking omelet.

She frowned. "Hi, Roseline." She smiled at Rose who didn't return the smile. Instead, she took away her arm, to look at her elbow, wondering why Rosemary pinched her. "You are looking beautiful today." She complimented. "Thank you." She turned her attention to the professor. Rosemary smiled as she also turned her attention to the professor. She was never a student of the same course as hers, but she had to come because of Roseline, pretend to be at the same department, just to implant the chip.

We make our own screen time with the people around us with our storylines. "Really? He made a move? But Cinnamon has a boyfriend", I gasped, while I fixed my hair. "Guess he'll never know", he said, wiggling his eyebrows. I laughed and punched his arm. Time passes by quicker with James. He was a fun person to be with. And I think he was the only person who could make me laugh after what felt like eons. I texted Anna that I'd be meeting her while walking down the street to Blossombee.

It’s really good to have someone who cares. … Roseline’s POV “Rose! It’s already starting, except if you want to miss the opening scene you’d better put on some clothes fast.” Lucas alerted, his voice ringing all the way from the living room into my bedroom. He came over to ‘inspect’ my living conditions and brief me on the fundamentals of his duties and role in the organization, or so he said over the phone. However, since he arrived here he’s been doing absolutely nothing of the sort. It’s not like I didn’t know his end goal from the moment he suggested it, I hold most of the blame since I was also looking forward to, a home date. “I’ll be right there! Just pause it, I’m already done” I ra

I just felt that what Joanna did for this man was not worth it. In order to take revenge, she ended herself too. Does the Little Prince really love roses? I didn't know. But what I knew was Jeffrey was definitely not the Little Prince, and I was not a rose imprisoned in a glass case. My future had infinite possibilities.

Not even close. A slow, hazy smile curls my lips. “You’re so red,” he remarks, chuckling. “I think a dance would be better than another drink, Ms…?” “Rosalina,” I murmur, my voice distant, lost in the haze. I don’t glance up. I don’t need to. But I feel him. Leonardo. His presence coils around me, dark and suffocating, like a silent storm ready to strike. He’s watching. He hasn’t looked away.