Rose And Rosie Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As she knew that Dylan was still affected somehow by Rosie, and she knew it because Dylan was the first man who deflowered Rosie. Rosie quickly interfered, and she told Dylan, “Is okay, Dy… If your wife doesn't want to purchase from me, then there's no problem with that." Dylan looked back at Rosie's pretty yellow face. As Rosie is glowing more than Jessica, even though the both of them are yellow in complexion. Rosie is still shorter, but Jessica still looked a little stressed because of her pregnancy.

Rose responded with a simple nod. Rose had decided to check the snack area to find something nice to eat! She grabbed a plate while she picked a few things on her plate. “It seems that you are already adapting happily to being Ray’s girlfriend. Poor people such as yourself tend to steer themselves towards rich people!” Stephanie said all drunk. “Stephanie, I honestly don't want trouble!” said Rose who kept taking each food to eat. “You don't want any trouble? Then why did you steal my Fiancee away from

Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself. Sighing, she took the frame from the table where there was a picture of Sei in it. Typical Sei with a frown on her face. She swore if they age, Sei would look so much younger seeing as she wouldn’t have wrinkles that formed over the years due to her not knowing how to smile. But it was too late, Rojean thought, Sei was gone and she had put herself into this situation because she somewhat felt connected to the woman she’s never heard of her entire life.

I felt like I was watching a life I was never going to have. My vision blurred. I bit my bottom lip, hard. No. I refused to cry over this. A knock at the door pulled me back to the present. I wiped under my eyes quickly and straightened up, a cold mask sliding over my face like second skin. “Come in,” I said flatly. Sebastian walked in, holding a large basket of pale pink roses. His usual formal smile greeted me. “Good afternoon, Miss Rosalie,” he said gently. “These are from the boss.”

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

Rosie nearly choked. “Desiree!” “What?” “We're not getting married.” “Why not?” The smile faded from Rosie's face. “Because he wasn't being gentle with me.” Desiree frowned. “What do you mean?” Rosie looked down at her hands. “He thought I was someone else.” Silence settled between them. “Someone else?” Rosie nodded. “I think there's a woman he loved when he was living in France.” Desiree stared. “A woman?” “Mhm.”

Before Seraphina could answer, the study door swung open with a loud crash. Rodah stood in the doorway, her breathing heavy, her emerald dress slightly wrinkled. She started to talk. I knew she had marched up here to confront me about the breakfast incident, but the moment her eyes landed on Seraphina standing inches away from me, her face turned pale, then flushed with immediate, unbridled fury. "Am I interrupting your little reunion?" Rodah spat, her voice shaking as she stepped into the room. Seraphina didn't skip a beat. The venomous look on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a sweet, sugary, and deeply apologetic expression. She smoothed down her crimson dress and took a step back

The hall quietened, the silence hanging like a thick veil - almost as if everyone had suddenly held their breaths on wisp. The red - haired male stepped forward, reaching out for the bouquet of roses. His eyes filled with silent contemplation as he stared at the blooming,fresh roses and then at Dylan's expecting eyes. Without another thought he tossed the roses to the ground, trampling on them with his shoes tilled their petals scattered around in the dust. Gasps rippled through the halls, a clear expression of shock from the watching bystanders. "Dylan, how many times must i have to turn you away and how many times must you embarrass yourself in public like this?. You know.....", Simone pau