Roseanne Park Novels & Stories

He went and found that a woman was practising her magic on the couch. The woman had beautiful long pink hair. The hair on the sides were tied around the back in braids and on top of her head was her precious headband that had a small rose on the right side. Her slender body was now a bit more muscular because of the training she did. One of her eyes was pink and the other was deep red. The beautiful woman was none other than Rose Roosevelt.

“What’s your name, dear?” “My name is Rose, ma’am. Roseanne Baxter.”

'' I breathe out. Weeks and months have passed and I've heard nothing about Rose—I've been living my life without a slight care about other people or myself; the reason why I'm still alive is because of her. Truth be told, I haven't fully kept my promise, I've been hiring people to look after Rose but this time it's different. They are hired to only take pictures of her when needed because I want to see how she's doing, I want to see her progress and I want to see her. Even through pictures. As long as she's healing—I'll heal.

“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.

Roseanne had her Airpods plugged and with the way she bobbed her head to the rhythm of the music, she didn't even notice that Carolina was standing at the door. "What could be happening? I am sure that I heard someone recoil in horror " Carolina said, still fixing her gaze on Roseanne who had no idea of Carolina staring intently at her. "Could it be that she was singing out loud to the music and did I mistake her singing along to a scream of horror " The question was directed to no one in particular as she slipped her fingers through her hair, scratching her hair. She would be extremely annoyed to find out that maybe Roseanne was screaming along to a song and it was her fault for mistaking i

Introduction... Roose’s P.O.V Hey hi.. My name is Roose Anderson, I’m a 21 year old, ambitious, ordinary middle class girl who only has one wish in life and that's to live my life on my own terms. My mom is asian and my dad is christian and people often say that I am a beautiful mixture of the two, what with getting my genes from my parents and that is why I am often referred to as a natural beauty.

Pretty Hydrangeas decorated her overly complex side braid and as Rosalie looked at her reflection in the mirror , she realized that Roxanne wasn't just paying merely lip service infact even she agreed thar tonight she looked exceptionally beautiful . " Thank you " even though Rosalie was too stunned to speak , she still remembered to thank Roxanne for her hard work . " Pleasure is all mine , cherry " said Roxanne with a wink as she turned around and left , leaving Rosalie alone to go downstairs and meet Aiden .

JayPark just smirked and ate his share and drank a few glasses of wine with Kaizen. "Your sister was with you earlier, going to the toilet took as long as me." JayPark's sentence just ended, from inside the toilet - Rose came out with a weak body trembling, she walked out to the dining table holding her phone, smiling lightly "E... I'll go back first." Rose left, without waiting for an answer, looking like a lost soul. Kaizen quickly stood up. "Let me take you home." Rose didn't answer, she just turned around and smiled and shook her head and left. Rose's expression made Kaizen somewhat afraid that something was wrong with her, looking at her face like a dying person, not to mention why her

After all, he was the most closed off; we knew he had a fucked up childhood but not the extent of it. "You say she left his belongings?" Silas asks, his voice much calmer than it had been seconds ago. "Yes, and hers as well, so strange." And hers? Who is this woman? Wait...if she really is... "You say she was here with a detective?" The attendant nods. "A Mr. Justin Powers or something like that. He seemed very disinterested in the case; he made the young lady cry." I hear Silas' sharp intake of breath. Justin is under the Magliana payroll; anyone who is anyone knows that. The second he learns a Black Rose has a known family member, he'll definitely take that to them, and in turn...

She looked much younger than her actual 43; she had a lovely lithe figure and her soft blonde hair was worn long to her shoulders. But it was John and Debbie’s daughter who caught most of my attention when she arrived the following day. Rose was just a couple of months past her eighteenth birthday and was an incredibly sexy yet innocent-looking girl. She was blonde like her mother and wore wonderfully light and short skirts that showed off her long smooth legs. Rose was really pretty with her mother’s blue eyes, and her tight tops clearly demonstrated that she had young and firm breasts.