Roseline Benjamin Novels & Stories

'' I chuckle at the end. Emmet joins me, ''What's with you and bumping into people, recently? I'll be there in five.'' He replies and I smile—knowing how he would always be there for me whenever I need him. Dropping my phone back in my purse, ''I'm Rose, by the way.'' I say, giving my hand as I earn a smile from him; seeing that he has a perfect set of dimples which surprises me at the sight of them. ''Elia,'' He replies, shaking my hand.

he said as Rosalie giggled before squinting her eyes. “And what about you, grandpapa, you don’t look a day over twenty-five,” she said as Benjamin waved her off before turning his wheelchair, “Honey, please, I’m the best version of myself, I’ve been doing some stand-up comedy, keeps me up at night,” he said as Rosalie laughed, “Come one, Rosemary, I’d like you to meet someone, forget the bags, Gio and Gen will get it,” he said as Rosalie immediately shook her head, “It’s okay, papa, they’ve done enough,” she said as Giovanni sighed, “Relax, Rosa-lie, we got it,” he said as Benjamin shot him a knowing look before wheeling away leaving Rosalie as she stared at them blankly, “Go, we got it,” Ge

Benjamin said, pretending to be mad. Rose's full name is Rose Benjamin and her parent's names are Mr. and Mrs. Benjamin. "Thank you, Mr. Ethan, please have some maids prepare a good dinner for my daughter tonight," Mr. Benjamin said to the old butler. "Rest assured sir, I will arrange everything to the best of our capacity as soon as possible," Mr. Ethan said assuredly. Then they all started moving into the big pavilion inside the mansion. ~ At Alex's Mysterious Organization ~

Isabella startled and quickly pulled her hand back. "Nothing?" Rosie grew more suspicious. Benjamin stood beside Isabella. At her words, he glanced over and immediately spotted the black grip of the gun. His expression changed at once. Rosie frowned. "Benjamin, what is it exactly?" Benjamin forced a tight smile. "Nothing. Just some cosmetics." As he spoke, he signaled Isabella to leave. But Rosie was not a fool. She sat up in bed and sneered, "Cosmetics? I don't believe it. Let me see."

The name hit like thunder splitting the sky. He jerked his head toward Adeline. "What did you say? Who is she?" Adeline's lips curled into a faint, bitter smile. "I'm Adeline. And she's Rose. Now do you get it?" When I was three, I became an orphan. Helen Murphy from the orphanage found me and gave me the name Rose. Two years later, a little boy arrived. He was quiet and distant. He never played with the others; he was always the target of their bullying.

Beside them, Rosie's complexion soured and she felt as if she had witnessed an extreme injustice when Corinne gained Missus Benet's appreciation without any effort. Missus Benet was the editor-in-chief of an internationally renowned fashion magazine, and she was known to those within the industry as the 'She-Devil of Fashion'. In the past, the only people who could make an appearance in Fashion Pyramid were either global superstars or powerful people. A country bumpkin like Corinne could never be worthy of modeling for the pages of Fashion Pyramid, and Rosie could not fathom at all what Missus Benet saw in her. At that moment, Anya stepped forward and said with a sweet smile, "Why didn't you

It doesn't matter the process once she succeed in meticulously plotting Andrea's death it would be an achiveable goal. All she had for Ben is admiration and day by day, her infatuation for Ben increases. Rosie always wear a calm and gentle expression looking like a white lotus who even a single push can make her cry or fall. She only maintains a calm and dignified personality in front of Ben, she knows him, crying in front of the king in order to curry favor is as good as useless, wasting your time, he only admire witty people, and she is that in a million times, Andrea isn't worth the position.

Alice’s Point of view I look at Elliot, pleadingly. No good excuse comes to me and I pray that he has more imagination than I do, but he is as dumbfounded as I am. Another person arrives with a book and a glass of rum in the hand. "Alice, Elliot, I think I've got it." Says Prince Benjamin. What the hell is he doing here? "Oh, Goddess! Prince Benjamin! I'm so sorry I didn't see you!" Rose says, bowing slightly.

Before Seraphina could answer, the study door swung open with a loud crash. Rodah stood in the doorway, her breathing heavy, her emerald dress slightly wrinkled. She started to talk. I knew she had marched up here to confront me about the breakfast incident, but the moment her eyes landed on Seraphina standing inches away from me, her face turned pale, then flushed with immediate, unbridled fury. "Am I interrupting your little reunion?" Rodah spat, her voice shaking as she stepped into the room. Seraphina didn't skip a beat. The venomous look on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a sweet, sugary, and deeply apologetic expression. She smoothed down her crimson dress and took a step back

“You’re dead to me, Benjamin. Dead.” Neither of them said another word. Rose hurried out of the room, tears streaming down her face, barely dressed. Benjamin followed after her silently, like a dog who knew he’d been kicked out of the only shelter he had. I stood in the middle of the wreckage—broken glass, overturned lamps, shattered illusions—and let the silence sink in.