Rose Hart Novels & Stories

She narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?” I walked to the far corner of the study and opened the drawer of my desk. Inside, a box. Old. Locked. And untouched for years. Until now. I opened it slowly and pulled out an old photograph. A young woman, beautiful, soft-eyed, with that same raven-black hair and fire in her gaze. Lysandra looked over my shoulder. “Who is that?” I smiled coldly. “Her name was Marissa.”

This helped me take my time appreciating each detail of the modern architecture, artifacts, and bizarre-looking vases. "You're here already. I'll set everything for lunch in a minute. I'm sorry for taking long.?", I heard someone say, making me jump and almost drop the little turtle relic that I was examining. I turned around to see that it was Martha, the cook. She was an old lady, who looked like she was close to her sixties, with pleasant and friendly features. I smiled at her and said, "I was just examining this place. Please don't take any pressure. Take your time. Also, Aiden is not here yet, so it's not really a problem. Don't apologize."

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

Something tells me that it must be his mistress that he left to see. Allen walked quietly into the room, it was my girlfriend's bar, so no security dared stop me, I just followed Allen straight inside the room. “How did it go?” I heard a young lady's voice. It sounded like my girlfriend Joan but that was impossible, she was visiting her grandmother for the holiday. “Guess who isn't getting a breakup,” Allen laughed loudly. “That bitch thought she could just break up with me and leave me broke, that was a wide idea.” “She would be at your mercy…it's only a matter of time before you are the one heading The Rodriguez's group,” the lady added.

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.

Jisoo asked "Gwaenchanh_ayo(I'm fine) Neo?(you?)" Jisoo nodded "It's great seeing you again after a long time" Rose smiled staring at her,she's really pretty and neat unlike her. She also attend Spice High,,it's obvious she's rich. Her skin look so flawless too,,, "Are you in a hurry?" Jisoo asked and Rose immediately nodded "I know you're not,,come with me for once. I thought we are friends" Jisoo pouted sadly

One month after the fainting incident. False alarm. Rose not pregnant. Ethan bought building anyway. Rose Blackwood-Carter, 20, who hated billionaires, was back to wiping coffee tables in Shoreditch, wearing Zara, sneakers, floral tote bag, but now with a Patek Philippe hidden in her tote bag - Leo's gift, she refused to wear it, but kept it because "it's expensive and I hate expensive but I hate waste more."

Once she was inside, Rosalie picked up the phone and said, "Hello, do you know Elliot Foster? I'm his mother." "Hello, Madame Rosalie. May I know why you've contacted me?" The person on the other end of the line said. "You have a student named Hayden Tate at your kindergarten, right?" "Yes." "The thing is, I need a few strands of his hair, and I was wondering if you can get me some. I will pay you, so just name your price," said Rosalie.

Arnold kept on rambling, rambling, and rambling. In reality, he had a major crush on Tera's step-sister named Rose, a very arrogant and proud young lady. Rose was difficult to approach and always busy with her own nightlife. Rose was a young woman who was allergic to mature men – or, in Rose's words, too old like Arnold. Their ages were separated by a decade, and Rose already had ill feelings towards the mature and flirtatious Arnold.

she said in despair. “What?” Fiora instantly got up from her chair. Ruby, Rose, and Fiora were as close as sisters, and Fiora would never allow others to bully them. “Who would be that bold?” Ruby lowered her head and said, “It… It’s… Elliot Katz, the Capricious Holy Hand!” “That pervert?” Fiora immediately lost her cool. Elliot had been messing things up in Art Trading Corporation, and he had defiled countless girls. Apparently, he had not had enough fun yet since he wanted to defile Rose.