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She pulled the scroll out as she quickly walked over to a table, and she unrolled the scroll out on the table. Rosabella got a piece of paper, and she wrote the names of her birth parents. Rosabella looked at the names of her birth parents, and she spoke. "So, my real parents' names are Ivan and Victoria. They are the King and Queen of the Kingdom of Rose-Snow-Gold. So I am a princess and royalty. I wonder what the name of the Kingdom that the late Queen is from." Rosabella walked over to the slot, and she got every Royal Kingdoms' scrolls out. Rosabella placed them on a chair as she slowly unrolled the scrolls and placed them to one side.

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.

Bernard complimented her when she joined him in the car. Rosie wore a deep blue knee-length damask dress with exaggerated sleeves. Her hair was tied up in a bun showing off a clear view of her face. Her brows were well groomed and her eye makeup, a darker shade of her ebony satin skin giving her eyes a significant pop of color. She paid a great deal of attention to her face contour which made her already pointy nose keen and more pointed. And she had a single layer of nude lipstick on. Overall, she was extremely gorgeous.

As long as I felt the connection, I knew we were going to be alright. “He was not after her,” Rosie says. I was distracted and did not understand what she said. I turned to look at her, “He was after me. I think she simply got in the way, when he came and was expecting to find me,” she says. “Why would he not take her as a consolation prize?” I ask still confused as to why the rogues were so strong. “I do not know, but that is the only thing that make sense,” Rosie shares. I turn back to Amelie, “The only thing I know right now is that she needs to wake up and tell us what she knows,” I say to both Blake and

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Covered in wounds, his battered state made it hard to recognize him at all. Rosie then kicked him to the ground before lighting herself a cigarette. “I didn’t expect it to be this tiring to beat up a pig. What a joke,” she remarked, swinging her hands in disgust. “Throw this pig out and don’t let him come in anymore,” she said and then turned around to the exit. It was then she spotted Kaze standing outside the room. Rosie was not surprised to see Kaze, but her blank look turned into a smile when she saw him as if she immediately put on a mask.

My eyes were still tightly closed. "stop...no...your breath stinks "I heard myself muttering that consistently. I heard a dark chuckle and the warm thing on my jaw moved slowly, slightly teasing upwards. "Here's the rope you asked for tiger." A female voice interrupted. He stepped away from me. My legs gave way underneath me and I slowly buckled to the floor. My hair was already messy and matted and annoyingly sticking to my face.

A hefty tip. The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she took it and uttered a low thanks before going back to do her job. "Yes," I murmured, still getting used to being associated with a name I knew almost nothing about except for the power and protection that came with it. "Nikolai," he held out a hand. "It is nice to meet you, Black Rose." I took his hand, not wanting to be rude. His palms were soft, dry, and the warmth of it caught me off guard. He held me longer than necessary before letting go.

“Meet Rosie. She’s a relative of the Varenti family. I thought you might find her... interesting.” Rosie. Her name was a flame, one that immediately sparked something inside him. Something that had been long buried beneath layers of responsibility and control. Adam stood slowly, staring at her across the room, her eyes fastened on his with almost startling intensity. She resembled Lina not at all. She unlike any woman he had ever come across. She lacked soft or sensitive beauty. It was wild, unadulterated, with a confidence that suggested freedom rather than compliance. “Rosie,” He greeted, his vo

"Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!" - Thirty minutes later, Alfie rushed into the study, clearly panicking. "Mr. Garnett! We've searched the whole villa, but there's no sign of Ms. Smith! But… But…" John clicked his tongue, pursing his lips as he narrowed his eyes sharply. "But, what? Speak properly!" Alfie took a deep breath, and did his best to finish his sentence. "We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!"

“Unfortunately, Miss Rosie sent a message. She tried to overdose on pills. She’s currently in the emergency room.” I was silent for a moment, processing the news. Rosie—always desperate for attention. No, she wasn’t just seeking attention; she was demanding it. Just earlier, she had threatened Hyacinth, vowing to ruin her image. I suspected she’d soon release whatever she had, though I still didn’t have the final copy she held.