Roseanne Park Novels & Stories

Rosie held back her smile because it was impossible for her half-brother to contact her for no reason, maybe after leaving her father's company her brother was not accepted by any agency. "Of course not, just accept all the treasures. hah, you're right maybe I was drunk to think of contacting you. I'm hanging up." The connection was unilaterally terminated by Theo, Rosie just shrugged her shoulders and returned to being an ambitious and throne-hungry woman. Flashback off. The TV in the hotel room changed the broadcast to a news story about the death of a male model named Park Theo. And that's when Rosie, who was standing without holding on to anything, fell to the floor.

Now, for this upcoming Halloween, which is actually next month and we are already halfway through September now. I hate to say it, but I’m looking forward to having Rosie in my life. Rosie is the only woman I have ever thought of marrying. She’s beautiful with her heart shaped face with dark blue ocean eyes, fair skin, with the perfect mix of blonde and brown hair in very light curls. Rosie has curtain bangs and her hair is slightly past her shoulders. She has medium sized breasts with a cute ass and hourglass figure that make her hips perfectly pronounced that are aching for my hands. Fuck, I’m getting hard already just thinking about hands on her hips, her breasts, throat, ass, and her pus

Regina replied right away with a long message, clearly something she had prepared and was just waiting for me to ask. As I skimmed through it, I realized their drama was as ridiculous as a soap drama. Charlotte used to be called Daisy Jones. She was the housekeeper's daughter of the Dickson family. She and Charles were the same age and grew up together—childhood sweethearts, basically. On Charles' 18th birthday, Charlotte offered herself to him as a gift.

What did she do to Rose? "I think you've just volunteered to take the whole punishment," Eleanor said evilly. Rose immediately looked at me and shook her head, as if she knew what would happen to me, but I didn't care. "Yes," I said. "Rose, get out," Eleanor ordered her. "P-please don't hurt her," Rose pleaded, looking at Eleanor with teary eyes. "Get out before I break every single bone in your body," Eleanor threatened her. What power did Eleanor have that made her this confident and cruel?

And yeah… Rose is finally in charge now. Watch her do her thing.

I can only shake my head helplessly and stuff a bite of croffle into my mouth. “It’s bad, Rosie. Don’t sleep too late, please. It’s not good for your health. You’re still young but your skin is so dry even though you inherit the same type as me,” Mom begins to nag. Rosie is what everyone calls me but my full name is Rose Parker, following dad’s name, Keegan Parker. Mom has always thought that Rose is such a delicate name like the flower. Beautiful yet can be mysteriously cold at the same time. A certain charm that speaks feminine.

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

Roseanne groaned as the ray of sunlight flashed directly on her face , she removed the duvet from her body and tried to stand on her feet but failed as she fell back on her bed as the pain from her pussy hit her hard. “ Haaa, that fucking son of a gun” Rosanne screamed as she sat properly on the bed. “ can’t believe he almost crippled me , almost ? Am closed to being crippled , he’s so ruthless and wicked “ she thought to herself as she hit her bed dramatically.

He really wanted this to be true because he had enjoyed the time spent with her. “No Wayne, I absolutely did not do this to spy on or trick you. I’m simply helping my friend, Jessica Ryan, out. She is the real Cinnamon; I’m just a poor substitute who needed to drink a bottle of scotch before I had the courage to function.” Rose replied with a wry smile. “Who are you then and what do you really do?” Wayne asked as he tried to wrap his head around the whole thing. “My name is Rose Cohen and I am a marketing executive. I work for Sage Poll Inc.”

"Not just assets and revenues, but lives and livelihoods. The responsibility is enormous, and I do not take it lightly." An older woman shuffling by paused, looking at the screen then at Rose's white-knuckled grip on her chair. "You okay there, honey?" Rose didn't answer, her eyes never leaving the television. "She looks important," the woman persisted, nodding toward Camille. "Someone famous?" "She's nobody," Rose snapped, the words burning her throat. "A fake. A placeholder. Victoria Kane's pet project." The woman squinted at the screen, then at Rose, taking in her hollow cheeks and burning eyes. Recognition dawned slowly. "Wait, isn't that...."