Rosie Fanart Novels & Stories

“Only good little humans get to cum, Rose.” I wiped my mouth furiously and glared at him as he admired my flushed body. “I don’t want you to make me cum. I don’t want you touching me ever again!” “Careful what you wish for,” he smirked. “Now get dressed. I have the perfect task for you today.” ೋღ🌹ღೋ

In the twenty-seventh hour after Chen Boyan escaped from prison, the police sent out fifteen drones, nearly half of the police dog police force, after the carpet search of the whole blockade, still did not find half a trace of him. The man left incomparably arrogant, before leaving, but also with the blood of the escorting police officers, leaving the following words. I'll recapture my rose. I'll recapture my rose. Who is this "rose" referring to ...... A group of police officers in the conference room looked at me in unison. "Even if you look at me like that." I held my arms and shrugged. "I can only prove that Chen Boyan is just a love brain." Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to ask m

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

He instructed and we followed. Rosie had sun-kissed blonde hair with delicate waves that touched her waist, exquisite features and piercing ruby-red orbs that blinked back sleepiness. She wore a white dress that stopped above her knees, patterned spirals flowing the rest of the way, down to her ballet flats. She continuously yawned that I’m surprised she managed to stay upright. I remember reading in one of the books that sleepy fairies are a result of them being away from their home, specifically the fairies that live in flowers.

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

“Okay. What about the others?” He swiped to the next picture. A petite woman with auburn hair and an infectious smile stared back at me. “This is Rose. She’s a veterinary doctor, but she loves flowers and plants them in her home. You’ll find her at art shows or out in nature with her camera. She’s the creative one. If Liv was looking to get away and do something spontaneous, it’d be Rose who’d she go with.”

I knocked a few times, and after a brief pause, I heard a soft “come in.” When I stepped inside, I was struck by how different the room looked compared to the last time I saw it. The once-cluttered space has been transformed. The boxes were gone, replaced by fabric draped across the floor. Canvases of all sizes lined the walls, some unfinished, some barely started. In the middle of the room was Rose, standing amid a dozen half-finished paintings. She looked startled by my presence, her eyes wide, caught between focus and surprise. “Hey, Ethan,” she said, wiping her hands on her jeans. “What are you doing here? Am I interrupting in here?”

The game had shifted, and Rosie had just become her new weapon. Rosie walked up to Anne on the floor, she raised her chin up. “You were smirking right?” She pushed her chin. “You think I won't succeed right? That's why you laughed at me? Anne, I have a nicer body, and smell good. I am pretty and my breasts are bigger. Have you seen Aurora's small breasts? Will that even torment Rylan? Me and him grew up together bathing in the same water. When he had no friends I was by his side.” She stood up.

They were paintings with more enthusiasm than accuracy. Collages made from magazine cutouts and glitter that was still somehow getting everywhere despite appearing to be mostly glued down. One drawing caught my eye. It showed two figures holding hands. One tall with dark hair, one small with similar features. Above them floated another figure with long hair and what looked like wings. Rosie noticed me looking at it and her voice got quieter. “That's me and Daddy,” she said, pointing to the two figures holding hands. “And that's Mommy. She's an angel now because she died when I was born.”

The sun filtered through the curtains, making the room feel warm and lazy, like anything could happen. Roseanne was stuck between my thighs, forcing me to take nude pics of her so she could send to her asshole boyfriend named Jake. She laughed at me, flashing her teeth as she struck another pose. Fingers pressing hard against her left nipple while her eyes rolled to the back of her head.