Rosaline Chow Novels & Stories

"Rossi heir messing with a Conti woman? Good gossip. Not explosive." "It’s more than that." I entered the passcode. The footage played—Alexander’s confession, the kiss, Isabella’s mocking commentary. Silvio’s eyebrow lifted. "Okay. That’s family-meeting material. Choosing a Conti over a Moretti—that’s not just cheating. That’s betrayal." "I want it broadcast," I said flatly. "Tomorrow. Noon sharp—when the ceremony’s supposed to start." He whistled. "Dangerous. The Rossis will come for me."

STARTING FROM CHRIS HUNTER, RAYN STONE, AXEL LOCKWOOD AND THEN ROSALIYA STAVROS. ______________________________________ Rosaliya: I am Rosaliya, Rose for short with my hazel eyes and dark brown hair. I'm currently 22 year's old looking for a job ,I have completed my bussiness studies and lookin for a job. So coming back to the point my current situation is a total mess cause I shifted to new york last week. Now i have to arrange my house over the weekend even look for a job and my besties are nowhere to be seen .

Roseline watched as she flung her heels away from her feet carelessly across the room. She raised her legs, placing them on top of the bed in a way, with her knees pointed upwards. Then, propping herself up with her elbow, she threw her head back and flexed her neck, a slow moan escaping her throat. Roseline listened, her eyes still glued to the scene that unfolded before her. "How many times would I tell you that she isn't my fianceé", Thomson replied from somewhere outside of her view, his voice a mix of tiredness and longing.

“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.

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.

Jeffrey rushed home with the last glimmer of hope and finally panicked completely when he saw the dark and empty house. The rose in the greenhouse had the courage to escape. No one could accept it. Rose could only follow the Little Prince around and never leave. He froze in place, looking at the bouquet placed in the center of the door. He then realized how ridiculous he had been. I wrapped him one last bouquet, but unfortunately, none of those flowers were roses. The rose had gone to find freedom. He couldn't keep me, and I no longer belonged to him.

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.