Rosaline Romeo Novels & Stories

A gentle hand petted through brown locks, and those warm eyes landed on her again, "What is your favorite flower, miss. Croix?" "I like…" She bit his lip, trying to think, but only one answer came to mind, "roses." An amused chuckle hit her ears, "Red ones?" "…No." A simple denial. "Then what is your favorite?" "I don't have one." The laugh sounded again, and Alina felt her cheeks grow hot.

But they still haven’t informed Rosaline about it. Rosaline was now working as a designing engineer in Tim Corporation in Paris. It was a company which produces luxurious and ravishing models of commercial cars. It was the second largest car manfacturing company of Europe. Her boss was highly impressed by her skills and talents. Rosaline was a very intelligent and hardworking girl. She always craved for working in an automobile sector so when she got recruited here, she worked with all her might and her skills were highly commendable as she nailed every design.

“Exactly.” “Well, Romeo. . . .” Saoirse started. I snorted. “Romeo was a pedophile who was supposedly in love with Rosalin right up until he met Juliet. Plus, he killed his wife’s cousin. Next.” “Lysander from Midsummer’s Nights Dream,” Sarina said. It was her favorite play.

I staggered, but hands shot out grabbing my arm to steady me. “I'm so sorry, Miss.” I frowned slightly at the vaguely familiar voice. My eyes trailed from the faded black T-shirt to a soldier's tag dangling on his neck. Then— Familiar brown eyes stared back at me. His mouth hung open, his eyes wide in disbelief. My feet grew heavy. No. I stepped backwards, shaking my head repeatedly. “No.” “No.” “No.” “Rosie.” My lips quivered as tears blurred my vision. “Rosalina?” “No.”

she stammered, her voice trembling as she searched Rosalind's face for any sign of recognition. Rosalind chuckled lightly, though there was an edge of nervousness in her laughter. "Do not jest, Amaris. I am your lady Rosalind, and you are my faithful handmaiden!" she replied, her smile bright yet tinged with confusion. Selene's eyes widened in shock, and she felt as though the ground had shifted beneath her. "Amaris...?" The name echoed in her mind. The reality of the situation finally came crashing down around her like a wave. She stood frozen while her heart was pounding, as the truth began to sink in. She was inside the very world of the book she had cherished, standing face to face with

I barely realized this sometimes. “I mean yes! But the dying because of their love for each other annoys me. And the fact that you're Romeo reminds me of the movie. My name is Rose by the way” I smoothly said. But felt kinda guilty lying to this guy who had only been nice to me so far. Romeo nodded and pointed to a photo of a woman smiling. “Cool” I comment, even though I didn't see anything extraordinary about the photo. “What do you see?” He asked and i immediately answered.

Zarun complimented her back and hissed lightly as Zeenat dig her nails deep in his arm "ahm ahm." Zeenat cleared her throat to gain Rashmi's attention who is ogling at her husband shamelessly "Oh Zeenat. You are looking good, sorry I did not notice you at all. When a handsome man like him is there it is hard to notice someone else around." Rashmi said with a wink and that made her more angry

She does things he couldn't even begin to understand. He obeyed her, and went to Rosaline. He knocked once, and when he didn't get any responses, he pushed open the door, and there she was, looking so angry. "What is wrong? He asked, acting clueless. Rosaline didn't want to mince words in anyway or act up, she went straight to the point. "You know exactly what the problem is, yet you dare to act clueless? Her face flushed with anger. "Fine, I know why you look so mad, but......

His gaze ping-ponged; gun, brother, maid. “Your new plaything was snooping,” Alejandro said. Inés felt heat flood her cheeks. Anger, not embarrassment. Alonso’s jaw tensed. “Put the gun away.” “Handle your toys,” Alejandro shot back. Alonso crossed the room in two strides. “Give me the pistol.” “You trust her?” “I don’t trust you with it.” Their standoff crackled like exposed wires. Inés seized the friction. Edges make cracks; cracks let secrets slip. “Alonso, I was cleaning,” she said, steady as she could.

Romeo will help my dad because or else I will see my dad being sad and broken hearted. Suddenly there's a knock on the door and my dad got up from the seat instantly. He walked to the door and opened it. He smiled widely and shook the man's hand. I got up from the sofa and walked towards the door. My eyes widened and I gulped to see.. him. So he's Mr. Romeo. He saw me and he didn't look surprised at all. My dad led him inside and my dad asked him to sit. He smirked at me and then he turned to my dad.