Rose How You Like That Novels & Stories

“Why are men like this? One moment they make you feel like you’re the center of their universe, and the next… you’re not even part of the conversation.” “Girl,” Rose said, crossing her arms. “You’re dating Jazper Ray. You’ve got competition. Did you at least give your all last night?” “Rose!” I hissed, glancing around. “What?” she laughed. “I’m just saying. Let’s not be shy now.” Romeo clapped his hands dramatically. “Competitors or not, my friend is the chosen one! Hair down to her knees, glowing like she’s been to Quiapo and found the ultimate love potion!”

Rose said while thinking about today's Arvan and Lina's kiss. "Okay, okay. Don't get mad. I will come to your pack in four days. Let's meet." "I told you I don't have any feelings for yo-" "I know, darling. I am your friend, right? So it will be a friendly date." "Okay, I will think about it. Bye." Rose said and cut the call. She shook her head. "This man is really something." She chuckled. In the afternoon, she got ready. She wore a baby pink colored top with black jeans. She wore brown boots and put some makeup on her face.

Rose quickly responded, "I don't have a boyfriend." Kingston raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. "Why? Don't you have someone you like?" Rose's face contorted in distaste as she thought about it. "I don't really do. Almost all the guys I've come across are too lame to the core, like, geez!" Kingston was intrigued by her candidness. "Really? And am I included in your list of lame guys?" Rose reassured him with a compliment, her words making Kingston blush slightly. "Of course not! You're the coolest person I've ever known."

However, before the food was served, the waiter brought over a bouquet of red roses. "This is for Ms. Stafford, sent by one Mr. Pennington in congratulations for the successful art exhibition." Heather did not take the flowers. She told the waiter to send them back. "Tell Mr. Pennington that I don't like red roses." Red roses were Anne's favorite, not hers. She only liked pink ones.

I can't. Just like that, I lean in to fully meet her lips but from the kiss, it's far from love. Too far. Love can only be explained and showed with Rose—while I express hatred and disgust with this bitch. I'm only using her for my own satisfaction; she gave me the rights.

Then, he gave me a polite smile. The view changed after that. Rose stood there, lost in her thoughts. Everything around her is dark and broken. She started to move, she moved her right foot towards the jeep, then she slowly moved another and after a step she stopped and turned her neck to her shoulder and a drop of water moved out from her beautiful black eyes and then slipped on her red cheeks.

She said sadly "Are you sad because of that?" Seven asked "Of course,,He's my friend,,,we play and talk a lot together,,it's sad right now." Roae said and Seven roll his eyes "Must you talk to him?" He asked "He's my friend,,He's just,,," "Do you know,,he likes you?" Seven asked Rose nodded "You're unbelievable right now" Rose pouted and pecked his lips "I just don't like it,,I love you okay? But he's still a good friend of mine,,,"

Rosie thinks the girl is a total fake; her smile makes Rosie roll her eyes. "Rosie this is Rhea, my friend and Rhea this is Rosie, my umm cousin haha." Ryan introduces them to eachother. Rosie wants to roll her eyes but she doesn’t, she just nods along and looks away at the tv. She already doesn’t like him with her; they come and sit on the large double sofa next to the single one Rosie is sitting on. Ryan passes her one of the pizza boxes and keeps one for them. He goes to Netflix and plays a horror movie. Rosie secretly rolls her eyes knowing too well, why he did that. She angrily starts stuffing her mouth with pizza. Rhea cuddles with him, from Rosie’s side it seems like she's sitting on

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

ryan hugs rose. "Let's win this"