Rose Hart の小説・ストーリー

I couldn't hear anything else. "Chloe, did you really think you were his fiancee?" Wynter's voice sounded like it came from miles away. "You were nothing but his control subject—his living sample. "To prove that his new drug worked, he needed someone like you in the control group—someone denied real treatment so he could track the disease's natural progression and compare results. These ten years, you thought he was saving you? He was watching you die, little by little, collecting data the whole time. And the money your parents left to save you? He used it all to build his own success."

"Rori Zoe Ryan." ________

However, she couldn't think of anything better, so she accepted her suggestion and changed her name on Twitter to 'Lovely Skinny Rose'. She had no idea that the young lady was actually duping her. Rosa was a very fierce and mean procurer. She was petty and often charged high commission fees from them. The young ladies all hated her. So, the young lady who had given Rosa that suggestion was actually trying to embarrass her on purpose.

Rose has always had an expensive taste, a rare one at that, and she often ditches men she finds either too clingy or too arrogant, her standards high and unwavering. “Hello, ladies -” Just as we settle into the comforting rhythm of our conversation, Rafael joins us uninvited, his presence casting a shadow over our peaceful moment. “Are you here to have a conversation about babies and diapers?” Rose, ever the bold one, manages to handle his sarcasm with grace and composure, her sharp wit and quick tongue keeping him in check. “You don’t seem like the kind of woman who talks about diapers and baby bottles -” he winks. Despite Rafael's disruptive presence, the bond between Rose and me remains u

"Rose, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are a sweet, caring, and very smart woman. It will be an honor to marry you. Will you marry me?" Miller Robinson, one of the managers of ' Q SOL Software Solutions, and also the direct boss of Rose is now sitting on one knee while holding a ring in his hand. They both are surrounded by their colleagues.

"My God, who is this judge? She only gave 50 points?" "She is Rosa, a very influential person in the fashion industry. In the early days, she was a model and took a back seat when she was the hottest. Now she is not only a well-known blogger but also a publisher and a clothing retailer. The most authoritative fashion magazine "Style" has its own column, and her name is familiar in the fashion circle, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a fashion Vine."

I scanned the space until I spotted Raiden near the back, laughing comfortably in conversation with two people I didn’t recognize at first— As I approached, their names clicked into place. Ashton Harley. The iconic menswear designer. And his daughter, Rosa Harley—a painter I had seen at the Parisian gallery the night before. Raiden stood between them, laughing at something Rosa had just said. His body language was completely relaxed, hand gesturing animatedly, eyes bright. He didn’t even notice me until Rosa did. “The famous Florence Hart!” Rosa exclaimed the moment she saw me. Raiden turned, smiling. “Hey, there you are.” Rosa stepped forward, offering her hand. “I’ve heard so much about yo

I said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.

Emily Warner “Oh my god! Who is sending these flowers?” My mom asks as a huge beautiful pink and red bouquet is delivered at my door, Carter sneakily removes the note from the bouquet before my mom could see it and hands it to be. How does he do it so smoothly, I would have tripped like ten times trying to be slick? “That’s from me, I like sending Emily flowers out of nowhere.” He gives my mom, one of his heart melting smile as she says aw and buys his story.

I walked towards my locker room in a fit, my eyes spotting a red velvet box and a bouquet of flowers laying lazily at the foot of the door. I bent low, picking up the box and the large bouquet of decaying roses. Inside, i set them both on the table before gradually opening up the box- revealing a very morbid sight. A freshly maimed rabbit (which was dead btw) and a note soaked in blood. *btw - by the way* It read, 'Welcome to damnation'.