Rosie Fanart Novels & Stories

Wait a damn minute. “And damn me if I choose the former.” My mouth fell open in shock. “You're gonna catch flies, Rosie.” I blinked fast. “Are you…” “Yup…” she said. “Oh my God.” “I'm going to tell my Mum and the others who can go and fuck themselves that I love my Barbie. And what better place to do it than in a room filled with paintings that decipher the art of love.” Tears prickled at the back of my eyes. “Wish me luck, Rosie.” Angelica said, her eyes softening.

Gradually, when her fast-beating heart calmed, she looked across the entire room and cursed her anger. 'Rose although you are my rival in everything still I must agree that you are good at everything, that's why you achieved what you have today.' Riya can see the difference when she planned riot and so many things against Rose she only turned stronger and even helped Alex, but Rose's plan made not only Riya but her surrounding messed up. 'Remember Rose, it's not over yet.' Rose was working in the kitchen of Red Rose cafe while surfing the net and checking the fruit of her planted seeds when an evil smile appeared on her lips. She got Riya tried this hack on her location and finally received

"Dylan, I'm fine. It is important that you show the third princess, who is a valued guest in our kingdom, that you do not disregard her." Rose gave Miren a sideways glance. She held the fan in the palm of her hand while she played it, and the crimson feathers made light contact with her fair skin. Red, when placed against a white background, not only looks stunning but also can make people shiver when they look at it.

“Rosie wants to be a featured artist in your gallery. So, I want to ask a favor from you and let her work here every day.” Then, he wrote a fifty-million-dollar check, looking as if he was willing to spend this kind of money for Rosie’s sake. “This is how serious I am! I hope this is enough!”

It gave me the opportunity to study her facial profile well. "look what I found, ' scorpion pushed something into my hand. I collected it from him and glanced through it. It was a school ID card. It was hers. "Vanessa Campbell... "I read aloud, the boys laughed mockingly at the name. "so somebody pikin dey answer camp and bell? "scorpion mocked, ensuing more laughter.

Martin turned toward the far end of the room, where a heavy curtain separated the play area from a reading nook. He walked over and pulled it back with a flourish. "Here she is!" A little girl tumbled out from behind the curtain, full of energy. She was small, maybe ten or eleven years old with bright pink cheeks, sparkling green eyes, and a shock of long curly red hair that tumbled down past her waist in wild, untamed waves. "Hi!" she yelled, way too loud. "I'm Rosalyn, but my friends call me Rosie!" Before Lena could respond, Rosie marched right up to her and grabbed her hand, shaking it vigorously with both of hers.