Novel & Cerita Roseanne Park

***𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐱’𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯*** “Yeah, okay.” She’s with Emma and Yvonne and two women I’ve never seen before, although they do look vaguely familiar; they might be from work. They’re talking and laughing. Rose is wearing a tight cream-colored dress with long sleeves and a plunging neckline. I can see every curve on her delicious body, and my cock swells in appreciation. Her hair is down, and she pulls it over to one side as she talks, and I see the curve of her bare neck; my stomach clenches in excitement.

“I haven’t even had time to drill you properly about these roses. Tell Aunty Viv. Who is he? I figure he must be rich or own a big flower shop?” She looked at me with a sly smirk. “Does he have a big you know what?” She waggled her eyebrows. Rose wanted to laugh, but the front door opened, and she felt her hackles rise instantly. The jukebox stalled, as heads turned. “Shit,” she turned her back, then said to Viv. “Don’t look now, but his ex-girlfriend just walked in.” Of course, Viv looked straight at her. “The pale blonde who looks like she eats men for breakfast?”

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

she addressed Cole and he stiffened. Couples dance? What the hell was that? Who the hell is this chick? I felt like I was looking at a twin of Natasha. "What are you talking about? Couples dance?" I croaked, eyeing her distrustfully. "Well yes, honey." She then stretched out a hand, "I'm Rosa Park. Cole Danvers fiancee."

We won't be young forever, girl! Roseanne's words made me laugh; they were so light and funny that they lifted a weight off my shoulders. "You're right, I really should do it, but only after I face the meeting with those animals!" I said, showing the folder of documents in my hand. "That's another thing about you I'll never understand. Why work your ass off when you have a billionaire husband?" She rolled her eyes and then gave me two kisses on the cheek. "I hope everything goes well. And try to stay alive, okay?"

"Oh, Rose, stop sulking. You know we adore you too." Rose grinned. "That’s more like it." As we laughed and continued our conversation, whispers began to spread through the hall. People glanced curiously in our direction while murmuring among themselves. "I’ve never seen Mr. and Mrs. Philip this open with anyone before." "Who are these two women?" "The black-haired one, isn’t she their granddaughter?" "No, that’s Rose, the famous fashion designer. But the brown-haired one, I heard she owns Phoenix Security." Gasps kept spreading around the room.

"Where have you been? Why didn't you come back to me? I've been searching for you." "I'm Rosie. You're calling me by my mother's name. My mother is Hazel." She corrected, guessing the resemblance between her and her dead mother was the reason for the mix-up. He scanned her from head to toe and peered at her face, pointing at her in disbelief. "You're Hazel's daughter?" He let out, amazed. Rosie nodded, confirming her full name, "Yes, sir. My name is Park Rosie." The man's curiosity was palpable as he asked, "Where's your mother?" His voice was laced with a longing that seemed to stretch back years. When Rosie cast her eyes downward, her expression turning somber, he sensed something was wron

She will have him controlled by her and her mother. "But…" Rita was behind the woman, "Miss Rose, are you sure?" Rita was walking behind the famous Rose Druon, a famous rising actress and socialite from Reykon City. However, her achievements only began to skyrocket thanks to her mother marrying millionaire Peter Druon. Before that, no one knew her name. "Yes," Rose walked back. She didn't feel like watching live sex at the time. They didn't even stop when she opened the door. She moved to the next room to open it with the master key, but just before she could insert the key, the metal doors of all the elevators opened and several bodyguards came out.

Mason hung his head down once again. "Luna, it's okay. There's one thing I can do to fix this." I looked up at her. She had a questioning look on her face. "I, Alexandria Rivers, daughter to Beta Edward and Joyce Rivers, reject you, Mason Jackson, future Alpha of the Green Wood pack."

Anthony held onto her wrists tightly, shaking her to get her to stop sputtering. Rosie finally stopped, exhaling a shaky breath. She stared up at him with tear-filled eyes and damp cheeks, looking fragile and helpless. "You came to Paris," she whispered out. "You-you showed up. You came to see me but you didn't. Oh-God." Rosie couldn't stop. She was muttering and sputtering, exasperated. She shook her head, taking a few steps away from him and this time, Anthony let her-letting go of her wrists.