Roses And Champagne Caesar Novels & Stories

Lucky Red was loud and crowded, and Rome wished he hadn’t bothered to come out at all. Even after a couple of beers, he wasn’t feeling any more relaxed. “Would you lighten up?” Mark urged him. “Come on, man. Rosa’s looking hot tonight. She keeps smiling at you, and you’ve only got eyes for your beer.”

Caesar adjusted his dress and sparing a single glance at the confessor, he turned around and left. ******************* Caesar returned to the room to find Roseline there. She was walking tho and fro and looked worried, but as soon as she spotted him, her face beamed. "My King..!" She called with relief and ran to him. But he didn't respond to her touch and it made her flinch. "What're you doing here, Roseline? It's late" his voice was hard as he walked over to his wardrobe to take off his heavy clothes. Roseline swallowed hard.

"That was my favorite brand of chocolate when I was no bigger than you are now." A loud squeak from a wooden chair hit the air when Alina plopped down into the seat beside Claec at her kitchen table, short and stubby legs hanging a few inches off the ground. "What's your favorite flower?" Alina had asked the minute she was sure the two of them were alone. "Roses, red ones. They remind me of home." Claec's gentle hand had reached over to pet through her overflowing and untamed brown locks, and those warm eyes landed on her again, "What is your favorite flower, lil miss?"

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

Chevy stood up, closed his eyes and began to chant some spells (he’s a witch). The ropes were covered in a blue glow then they quickly flew to Alfred and tied his two legs and feet. ‘What did you do to those ropes?’ Nara asked. ‘They are now enchanted ropes; it ain’t easy to cut them’. Suddenly Alfred growled like an animal, large canines grew out of his mouth. ‘It’s starting’ Chevy said. ‘You say this like you have witness this a thousand times’. ‘I have, we knew each other since we were fourteen, he always came to my house on this same month and day so no one would notice’.

I'm sure it wasn't even funny. Alexei gently tugged her off him but she didn't seem to get the hint. "I'm about to show you the hint," I downed my drink and handed it to a waiter before storming my way to them. "Am I missing something?" I asked clearing my throat making them look at me. "Rosaline," he said my name as if he was relieved. I rolled my eyes and turned to the bitch with big breasts that I was sure were as fake as her nails and lashes.

He concluded. A ripple of excitement ran through the crowd at his words. The crowd toasted back, As Roman retook his seat, the crowd began to mingle once more and then the festivities began in earnest. Plates of food were passed around, and the air filled with the sound of laughter and conversation. Despite the festive atmosphere, I couldn't shake the knot of anxiety in my stomach. Roman must have sensed my unease because he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. "You should try to eat something, Rose." he encouraged. "You'll need your strength." He assured me.

I huff quietly and do my best to ignore his leering eyes as he pushes the dazed woman away from him and licks the remaining blood from his lips. “Rosalyn is it? Don’t be shy and come stand beside your master,” Matthias says to me as he places his glass on a brown coaster on the coffee table. The way he calls Paul my master makes my skin prickle. Paul fists his hands but looks to me and nods for me to come stand beside him. My legs feel shaky as I step closer, keeping my head to the floor and hoping we won’t be here long. “Lift your head and look at me, Rosalyn. It’s rude not to look at someone when they speak to you,” Matthias demands calmly and I don’t like where this is going.

He wanted Cara to see that she was right to admit this place as his territory. The bartender nodded, and quickly produced Cara with a glass of Rosé. Cara grabbed the glass and sent the bartender a tight-lipped smile. Jason lifted his glass to his lips but stopped when Cara didn't move to pick up her glass. Seeing Jason's eyes on her face, Cara grabbed the glass and gulped. Alcohol wasn't her best friend. She hated the taste, and only tolerated the sweeter wines, like Sangria.

Rose ''Are you sure?'' Elis asks. I turn to look at him, seeing that we're actually eyeing Elia from afar. He has a smirk on his face while an unknown woman is currently sitting beside him—her dress splits nicely, showing off her long legs as she soothingly rub onto Elia's back. My heart aches at the way she touches him because that should be me instead of her. ''No,'' I mutter under my breath. ''I know I rarely say this but Rose, go and get your man back. Show him who's boss.'' He says, gripping onto my shoulders and making me smile immediately before I push the door open, entering the restaurant—an exclusive restaurant with hanging chandeliers and dim lights on the walls.