Rosemary Beach Series 소설 & 이야기

This week, they were only allowed to have vegetables that’s why they were going to one of the booths that sold the highest quality products but who will sell it for cheap. Once they reach the booth, a man with a beard waved her hand towards Eleanor, his eyes wrinkling at the side. Eleanor waved back, urging Amara to do so as well. Her friend raised her hand shyly, and waved back without looking up, her eyes straight on the different colored greens on the booth.

I finished up and left to your the house while Rosa did the dishes. A knock came at the door of the room Rosa kept me and asked her to come in. Rosa looked look in the bikini she wore. She requested that we go visit the beach. That's all I needed, some distraction to forget about Serena and her tantrums but then it wasn't easy for me, as I was pretty lost in thoughts, thinking about what will be Serena's next move as I do not trust her. She hasn't made any move yet, ever since she set me free. Does it mean that she's no longer interested in me or is she waiting for a perfect opportunity to strike?

So, why would I even care about him? “Four cappuccinos for Heaven.” I called out, deciding to just concentrate on my work rather than thinking of some person who I’ve never even met. A slender woman came to get the cappuccinos. She has wavy hair and tanned skin. Well, almost all of the people here have tanned skin and bleached hair. Henney was an exception because she’s also not from the beach side, like me.

Rain’s lips twitched as she stared at their joined hands, when they finally let go, Rose’s cheeks were as red as her fucking name and for some reason Rain was beginning to grow a strange dislike for Roses. Damn it, her feelings were just all over the fucking place today. The room was as large as a fucking hotel room, a wide table in between two leather sofas. “She’s got nice ass,” Romeo said as he plopped down at the edge of the chair and relaxed into it. Luigi joined him, both of them acting like they were on a vacation. “Sergio’s late,” Enzo said, his eyes on the empty sofa where Mr. Mendes was supposed to seat.

Mary's POV Rosa and I settled onto the couch and wrapped ourselves in warm blankets. The soft glow of the television light illuminated the cozy living room. Rosa grabbed the remote and scrolled through the streaming platform program. “We need something to distract you,” she announced and eyed me. “You are not allowed to brood tonight.” I gave a weak chuckle and shook my head. “Good luck with that.” Rosa smirked and stretched her hand forward. “Challenge accepted.” She finally chose a romance comedy series. “This should be fun,” she said as she clicked on it.

A pretty stranger. Then somehow I saw her again, banging on the door. To say I was shocked would be understatement. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw her; Rose was positively drenched, her clothes clinging to every curve on her body. I tried not to stare too hard so as to not come off as a creep, but my eyes couldn't help but linger. Through the night we were stuck together I tried to distract myself from my hardening cock. Containly making coffee, and heading to the back room. Though I tried positioning my body certain ways so she won't be put off. I made sure to give her enough space to make her feel comfortable and safe. I didn't want her to think I had ill intentions.

"I'm Sarah, one of the house maids. You must be very thirsty." Sarah gave Rosemary the glass of water. Rosemary's hands were shaking so much that Sarah had to help her drink it. The cold water felt good in Rosemary's throat. As she drank, she started to remember things more clearly. "Maya," Rosemary said slowly. "What happened to me? Why was I unconscious?" Maya looked sad. "Do you remember anything from three weeks ago?" Rosemary thought hard. "I remember... I remember I was upset about something. About Austin and... Ariana?"

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

"You’re not fit to be a Rossi wife." Then he left. With her. I wandered the Red Hook docks for hours, the salt air doing nothing to cleanse the shame seeping into my bones. By the time I returned to Harborview Mansion, my feet were bleeding through the satin of my Valentino heels — his engagement gift. A size too small. A fitting metaphor. Then I saw their shadows through our bedroom window, tangled against the drawn curtains. My hands were steady as I opened the encrypted security app. The feed showed Isabella on our leather sofa, Alexander feeding her soup, his hand gentle on her ankle.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You