Rosaline Chow Novels & Stories

Instead, her hands stayed on her face, caressing and nibbing. ‘How did she get to this? She remembered insulting the man in white at the burial ceremony of her best friend. His beauty hypnotized her at first. His prominent cheekbones and chiseled jaw had trapped her eyes in them. His silver glistening eyes devoured her own eyes, making it hard to look away.’

As a matter of fact, she was so lost in her own mind that she had no idea that someone was following her until he stepped out of the shadows and cleared his throat. “Is everything alright, Claudia? You’re normal more perceptive than this. I mean, I was able to follow you this whole time, yet you didn’t realize it,” Sean commented. “I did realize it,” Claudia lied, “but I chose not to react. Maybe you should try it sometimes.” “Sure,” mumbled Sean. “What was that?” “Nothing,” Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.”

Rose went near to him to find out why he was crying by sitting there. When she came near to him she asked him: " Hey, why are you crying?" The hair of Rose was still on her face and covered her face. He gave no reply to Rose and continued eating his rice and burger. The smell of the Chinese rice and chicken burger was so amazing and yummy that Rose did not control herself as she had been hungry from many days, she wanted to eat food with him. But she controlled herself and asked him again the cause of weeping and this time Rose touched his shoulder with her hand so that he would notice and said:

Damon said wiping his palms on a paper towel and he took up a very neatly plated English-style breakfast and walked off towards the dining area. If she was stunned before, she was even ten times more stunned right now by how he just did her dirty. “Your mouth is open,” Damon said mockingly as he walked past her, his arm grazing her skin lightly as he walked by. It took a good two minutes for Rosa to recover from that, and she walked over to the stove to fix something for herself. Unlike him, Rosa wasn’t a good cook. Or maybe she’d have been one if she was keen enough to learn, but she wasn’t, and she was in someone else’s kitchen which only meant one thing…cooking was going to be difficult.

Chapter 9 Sean watched Rose deal with each shopkeep, owner and staff at all 6 of the 7 places on her little list. If he hadn’t already been bedazzled by her, he would have after today. Rose stood up to the short, elderly gentleman that owned the shop containing the food containers, cutlery and linens she had ordered. When he suggested that Sean should be the contact for the account instead of putting too much stress on a poor delicate flower such as her… Sean thought she’d box his ears for sure. He wasn’t disappointed! That “delicate flower” went up one side of him and down the other, ha! She had him asking whether he should sit or stand by the conclusion of the visit. He was so apologetic,

Roalaie was lost staring at her mate as he leave. “Shitty mate bond,” Tinsely chuckled, and Rosalie blushed inwardly. “I will pretend I didn't hear you,” She said, going close to the bed and she grabbed bread. “Hey!” Tinsely shouted as she try to take back her bread but Rosalie moved back quickly. “I thought you didn't want to eat.” “Sorry, I just realized that I am hungry,” Rosalie cried as she rubbed her belly while eating the bread. “Darn it! This is delicious,” She cried as she wanted more but Tinsely pushed her away before she could get some from the plate.

Making Rosaline infuriated. Rosaline looked down at her clothes which were now dripping, in anger. "What did you just do?" Rosaline asked, anger clearly visible on her face. Yvonne ignored her and gave out a triumphant smile. She was about to go upstairs when Rosaline pulled her back.

"P-Please stop." Rosaline clutched the edge of the vanity with her fingers tightly. Her head started pounding wildly as all the voices started ringing inside her ears like a broken record. "I am just showing you a mirror, my cheater wife." "Our pussycat surely doesn't have anywhere to hide now because wherever she'll go, she'll be kicked out."

She was dying of hunger as she hadn’t eaten anything since two days. “Rose” He called her softly to which she flinched but didn’t looked up at him. “You haven’t eaten anything since yesterday. I have ordered a soup for you. Drink it”, he spoke in a firm tone but she didn’t responded. Rosaline glanced at Xavier only to find him holding the spoon in his hand ready to feed her. She looked at him nervously but she was badly famished. Rosaline then turned to him and started taking off the bowl from his hands.

“Why the hell do you have the new cook at gunpoint?” The man instantly lowered the weapon, shaking under her glare. “I—I was just—” “Apologize,” she demanded. He stammered something that barely sounded like an apology before retreating, tail between his legs. Rosaline turned her attention to me then, and her eyes— cold and dangerous—assessed me from head to toe. “You,” she said. “Make me a dish. Something… exotic.” I blinked. “Exotic?” “Yes. Intercontinental. That’s what your résumé said, isn’t it?”