Rosewood Show Season 2 Novels & Stories

Rose continued for Roosevelt. Roosevelt nodded. “It was going just fine for a few centuries. Then things got bad when your mother came in.” “My mom? What’s with my mom?” Rose became so worried and curious. Roosevelt shook her from side to side. “I do not want to talk about that. There is something more important I want to show you. We are running out of time, my spell won’t hold for long.” As much as Rose wanted to know how her mother was involved, she agreed with Roosevelt’s decision. Roosevelt nodded and moved her right hand to the wall on their left, opposite of the fireplace. The wall morphed and changed into a silver screen like a theatre.

The anger that he felt seemed to have disappeared instantaneously. Rose come back to her senses and pushed James away with her all strength. She shot him a death glare and turned around to run off the stage. As she was in a hurry, her steps were a mess. As soon as she rushed down the stage, she stumbled and groaned. Subconsciously, she grabbed onto something. At this time, a muscular arm held her. "Be careful..." "Thank you." Rose exclaimed while she looked up only to be surprised again, "You again?"

Pillows and frames are scattered all around the floor, making me cautiously watch my step incase I step on one. My heart skips a beat at the sight I see; Rose sitting onto the ground as she cries out while her right hand is currently holding onto a knife—signalling her left wrist, leaving me frozen at my spot. I can't help but continue to look at her from behind, remembering that I've once see her this way before and it wasn't pleasant but the last time I saw her, she already did. ''Rose.'' I call out softly, afraid if I might startle her.

She jerked awake before dawn, gasping. Tomorrow was gala day. *** By six p.m. the mansion pulsed with silk gowns and whispered conspiracies. Crystal chandeliers turned champagne into molten gold. Inés floated among guests, tray balanced, smile welded in place. Alonso worked the room like a favorite son. Alejandro lingered at the edges, predator-still. Thiago? Absent so far. Halfway through the event, Alejandro’s gaze snagged hers across the ballroom. Steel met flint. He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

"Lucas, when you toyed with a sincere heart, you should have known this day would come." The wedding march suddenly began outside the corridor. Holden lowered his head and adjusted the pearl headpiece in my hair. His warm breath brushed my earlobe. "Nora, trust me. I will never be like him." I looked at our overlapping reflections in the mirror, the diamonds on my gown flickering with each heartbeat. "Okay." The carved doors opened slowly. The moment colorful ribbons fell from above, I heard Lucas's heart-wrenching cries swallowed by the music, while Holden's hand remained steady at my waist.

I barely had anywhere to go or anyone to talk to, but Tessa tried her best to make the mansion feel less like a cage. Then, by the beginning of the new week, everything shifted. I was having breakfast with Tessa in the dining room, laughing about something small and silly, when the air suddenly changed. The door opened, and he walked in—Lucas Rodriguez. My husband. My hand froze on the spoon. My heart raced as I stared at my plate, unsure what to say or do. The sound of his footsteps filled the room. “You won’t even greet your husband?” he said, his deep voice cutting through the tension.

Viv’s eyes widened. “The apex predators,” she murmured, glancing toward the door. “And she looked at me like that?” “You’ll be fine,” Rose said, though she wasn’t entirely sure she believed it. “They follow protocol.” At least, that was what she’d been told. “I’m stepping out back for a minute,” she added. “Watch the bar.” Viv nodded, already distracted, though she kept casting looks toward the door as if expecting Bianca to reappear. Rose moved outside, pulling her phone from her pocket as soon as the door shut behind her.

Softly, I shook her shoulders and Ivyrose stopped dancing, and opened her eyes. “What happened? Why have you been crying and why are your hands so dirty?” Her eyes were red and her nose puffy. I sighed as I looked around us. Nobody was paying us any attention. “Come with me, Chris.” she said suddenly, pulling me through the crowd as fast as she could. “Rose, stop! Where are we going?” She made her way toward the greenhouse, her hand still pulling mine. “I wanna show you something special to me.” “Okay, but slow down. Are you okay? You want me to carry you?” I said when I realized she was barefoot underneath her long midnightblue silk gown.

(Really, commercials are the only reason commercial TV exists. With Ann gone it was just David and Rose together in bed. Rose was excited, her part in the Tuesday's closing ceremony was central because her body would be used by both CEOs together, to sign and seal the contract. Also, she would have an opportunity for general use as the "variety girl" by the crowd. Sam's #2, a girl named Red, would be the primary "crowd girl" for the five other guys. But the guys were likely to be happier with more than just one pussy, guys naturally liked variety when they stuck it in. Also, with Rose as a backup Red could take a break, or spend extra time with somebody she found interesting. Rose also thoug