Rosaline Romeo Novels & Stories

The ache that was festering in my gut had now turned into a torrent, pushing all rational thoughts away from my once brilliant mind. I cannot give in to temptations. And yet, I am weak. I decided to engage Reynold and Rosaline in conversation, the only two people in this room that I do not associate with Romeo. At least, not yet. I learned that Rosaline is currently attending one of the universities in the capital, taking an undergraduate degree majoring in political science. She's a few years younger than Romeo, perhaps Roman's age and the three of them were very close growing up.

She had to do something… to wake him up… to stop him… but her body… her mind… Weakly, Roselle hugged his head closely to her bosom. She did not know why she did that when it was more logical to try and push him away, but she could not think straight anymore. And then, her lips weakly whispered as her dazed mind was floating off. "Romeo… I love you." The moment those words left Roselle's lips, something seemed to hit Romeo like a wrecking ball and he was forced to be awakened from the addictive haze of pleasure he was indulging himself in.

"Cast list went up an hour ago. You got Juliet." Something in my chest lifted anyway. Stupid, considering everything else sitting on top of me right then, but it lifted all the same. I'd auditioned back before things fell apart with Gray. Before any of this. Some small, dumb part of me had hoped we'd both land the leads and get to stand on a stage together again, the way we used to as kids doing elementary school plays with paper crowns and bedsheet togas. "Who got Romeo?" I asked, already bracing for a name I barely knew. Some junior. Somebody from drama club I'd exchanged maybe six words with in three years.

Every time she saw Romeo together with Julius she would sneak and peek on them. One night she decided not to go to bed early as she usually did. She knew that her brother had invited his friend to their home. She waited until the late hours of the night. She heard their footsteps and decided to sneak behind their backs. What she saw make her weak at the knees. No wonder Romeo had not had a serious relationship with the girl he once dated in their village. Nomusa was a beautiful and perfect young girl. She had beauty and brains. Zamantungwa knew that Nomusa could make a perfect wife one day. She was also coming from the royal family. She and Nomusa were getting along so well and she knew tha

Laying on Romeo's bed in a pant and bra, smiling mischievously, is Olivia. Initially, Romeo thought he was dreaming. It can't be real. No one dares to come to his room except Pluto and of course, Maria. Grandma doesn't even attempt to come. It's not as if she's not allowed but it doesn't interest her to.

And Elena burst into laughter. "You know that's not true." Elena said with a smile. "I know." Irene replied. Then they finally arrived at the Rosses residence.

He had barely noticed when Eric had pushed Rose off the stairs right infront of him. Rose couldn't even bring herself to imagine her sister in that house. Belle stood at the side of the fridge looking at her sister. Though her name meant roses, she had to put up with so many thorns. Belle's eyes filled up and tears started flowing down her soft cheeks, Rose turned around to offer her a glass of water but seeing her crying rushed to her.

“Isn’t that--” “Yeah. We’re not sure.” he was quick to respond to Oswald who noticed too. “Jin, get a better look closer. She hasn’t seen your face yet.” “Why me?” Jin complained before frowning, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets before casually walking around until he was close enough that he could see Rojean’s face clearly and check out Lucas’ appearance before going back to Theo and Oswald. Lucas and Rojean were getting chocolates and Theo couldn’t help but think for a moment how Sei liked her chocolates as well. It was Sei, he thought but he still wasn’t so sure. He had no direction here to follow.

Rosemary- I could feel his presence entering the room. He stood at the foot of the bed and spoke as though we were striking a bargain. “I know you have many questions as do I. You gained my attention when one of my demons caught word that Enora the goddess of war was murdered by her latest prodigy. How exactly were you able to kill an immortal?”

In a small town like Forest Hills, everyone knew everyone. I nodded. Emma’s eyes lit up. “What did he get you?” “…A rose…” I’m pretty sure I blushed a little when I said it. “Just a single rose or did he get you a bouquet?” Emma confirmed. I raised a finger. Emma clapped a hand over her mouth to stop from squealing like someone who’d just heard something juicy. “You know what that means, right?” I did. It was in all the stories. A single rose was supposed to mean ‘love at first sight’ but that wasn’t the case with me and Ollie because, as I would quickly tell Emma, we were there for Ellie’s bouquet, not me.