Roseline Benjamin Novels & Stories

Roseline's POV Walking on the streets, with the cool breeze fanning my face, I can't wait to leave the confines of Sinclair's house and live happily again. I decided to go on a walk after the intense argument with Sinclair. It breaks me to know that the man I gave my virginity to and all my firsts doesn't love me. I've accepted it now and I just have to learn how to start unloving him. I spot an old woman standing on the pedestrian, she looks really old but she's cute.

Her peaceful bubble of life, pinned down and leaking with every new minute she spent in her old house. All of it stemmed from that single face that hovered at the edges of her nerves like a plague. Her hand that moves to adjust her pillow touches a sleek texture and the young girl pauses. The resin rose is staring up at her like it always did when she lays her gaze on it. Faintly, she remembers clutching at it before she went to sleep, but it only adds more irritation to Alina's already crumbling mood. Without a word, she sets it down with a clank, and then heads out the room with a tug of a new bubble gum pink shirt.

He stopped. "We'll just wait for her till she gets out and drop her home for now." He nodded. "Kaden, I need to talk to you. About certain someone I once worked for. I need your help in it" I look at him and nod. "We have to take care of this situation first" I said walking inside. "Who are we dealing with?" I asked, my eyes staring at Rose as she danced over the floor. My hands clenching in fist everytime she took something off her body. She never went nude. But her in a bikini was enough to send me off.

But there was still on response "Madison Ross, open this door now or l'll break it down. Kel said. Still there was no response, so Kel had no choice than to break the door. Kel and Irene walked into an empty room, they checked the bathroom, the walk-in-closet, and even under the bed but they could not find Madison. While Kel was still looking around, Irene stood in front of an open window. They were on the second floor there was no way Madison could jump out right?? Irene turned around and looked at Kel, Kel who knew exactly what she was thinking replied. "No way." They both looked out the window and noticed a long rope dangling outside. "Did she really climb all the way down." Irene wondere

After he said that, he was immediately interrupted by a phone call from Stephen. Stephen immediately sent Bea's location and picture to Robin, so that he could find her more easily. Robin is his best friend. Although he is five years younger than her, the similarities between the two of them are not far apart. Especially when it comes to their taste in women. PLAYBOY if Robin can be considered. Perhaps because of the strength of his charisma when it comes to women and also because of his attractive killer smile. A man is vying for attention standing at the edge of a boutique shop. All the women who passed by him turned their heads.

Getting back on my feet, I made my way towards the bath where a few other maids were waiting for me already as the intoxicating smell of roses became a part of the atmosphere. I got out of the bath smelling myself as the sharp scent of roses had deeply penetrated my skin. Water dripped down my fair skin as I stood up and walked away from the bath. When I was done with everything, I saw a maid bringing an extravagant light pink gown which had white butterflies and flowers decorated all over the bodice as the skirt was quite puffy and pretty. I noticed that Mrs.Hanzah tied the corset a bit tighter than usual. My hair was styled into a formal braided bun as I looked marvelous. Walking towards t

Vines and foliage seem to come out of her mouth and nose and ears and then it blossomed into a red rose. Is this real? Or is this a sweven caused by the ambrosia’s curse? The face of her P.E. teacher and her fellow college students are the last thing that registered in her mind before she fell into a hole of pitch blackness. *** Romaine was in the middle of talking to her art gallery curator when her phone rang. Rozelyn suddenly collapsed; unconscious. She apologized to the curator and swiftly drove to her step daughter’s school. Romaine was still panting even though she and Rozelyn were already in the latter’s bedroom. She already changed her stepdaughter’s clothes and even put a lukewarm c

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 thought I was saving you.” My nails dug into my palms. “Saving me by killing me inside? By tearing my child away? That’s not saving. That’s destruction.” Roses’ cries grew louder, piercing, as if she could feel the storm between us. The Queen pressed her gently into my arms. My daughter’s warmth steadied me, even as the bond tried to rip me apart. Nightbane’s eyes softened the moment Roses touched my chest. His lips parted, his breath ragged. “She looks like you,” he whispered. “God… she is ours.”

My lungs burned, my legs screamed, but I didn’t care, adrenaline kept me moving faster, my heart hammering in my chest. Yoooo… you’re probably wondering who this bitch is. “Yeah, that’s me. Rose David.” But… no. That’s not really me. I’m Blaire. Rose is just a weak-ass body I’m borrowing, face and all. But we’re nothing alike totally, completely different, i don’t get caught like that, I don’t get pushed around, I don’t let anyone touch me unless I want them to. “And yeah… this is how it all started with that bitch,Rose”