Rosie Novels & Stories

Rosemary The kitchen was quiet, the early morning stillness broken only by the soft hum of the coffee maker. I cradled the warm mug in my hands, letting the comforting aroma waft over me. The first sip was always the best part of the day, a moment of calm before the inevitable chaos. But just as the cup touched my lips, a shriek pierced the air. I nearly dropped the mug, my heart jumping in surprise. “You must be Rosemary!” A whirlwind of energy burst into the kitchen, and I found myself face-to-face with a young woman with bright blonde hair and an infectious grin. She radiated enthusiasm, her dark brown eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and excitement as she practically bounced toward

Had she received proper therapy earlier, she wouldn't be in such critical shape today. Silas' face turned ashen. "She's… she's at Kingspoint Hospital? Is she—Is she all right?" "That's not for you to worry about," Wayne said coldly. "Expect a court summons soon, Prof. Stenson. Be ready to defend yourself." When the dial tone echoed in his ears, memories flooded back—ten years ago, the explosion, the roaring flames, and the girl who had run through the smoke to save him. She had been coughing up blood, but she still smiled. "Silas, don't be afraid…"

She nods, “You’re welcome, My Queen.” Celine leans into Rosie, wrapping an arm around her, “I’m not your Queen. You’re not a wolf.” Rosie looks up at her almost incredulous, “I live on your lands; I work for you. You are My Queen, Celine. You might not be my Luna, but you are My Queen.” Celine sniffs and nods. She looks down at the stick in her hands, it was negative. Celine lets out a deep breath, and nods. “Are you happy, or disappointed?” Celine shakes her head,

Raden yelled after him. “Why did you let him go without a kiss?” the voice asked. “Huh?” She said looking around again. Ryle was busy with paperwork and not paying attention to her. “No, you are not going crazy,” a light female giggle breezed through her mind. “Wait, are you...” Raden paused, “are you, my wolf?” she asked. “Yes, my beautiful human. My name is Rosie.” “But I’m not even close to being sixteen.” Raden said confused.

It was Debby, her friend, who gave her a tiny, almost imperceptible nod of encouragement. Rosie took a shuddering breath. She didn’t look at anyone. She stared at the stained carpet between her feet. “Hugo,” she whispered. A soft, collective “Oh…” rippled through the group. Hugo, who had just been transformed from a nervous boy into a wide-eyed acolyte of female pleasure, jerked as if shocked. His mouth fell open. “Hugo?” Justin snorted, a derisive laugh. “Really?” Rosie’s head snapped up, a flash of defiance in her dark eyes. “Yes. Hugo.” Her voice gained a sliver of strength. “He’s… he’s gentle. And he just… he listened.”

Is it a coincident? ''With their warm, vibrant tones, orange roses symbolise enthusiasm and desire. If someone is looking for a way to express admiration and attraction—with an underlying message of passion and excitement, they'll send you a bouquet filled with these fiery blooms.'' She breathes out, smiling as she eyes each of the orange roses, ''I haven't seen him for quite some time, I'm not so sure if his interest has changed.'' ''I'm pretty sure they remain the same,'' I reply. She turns to me, ''It's beautiful how your name is Rose. Have you met my son, Elia?''

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.

I sat down on my reading table and began going through them I spotted her wearing black from head to toe She kept checking if anyone is coming She rolled on the floor and hid behind the couch like a ninja Gosh if seems like i was watching a movie If it were to be in another situation she would have been dead by now for trying to escape But i just sat down and watched her i knew my house has a very high security and with the way shes behaving she going nowhere I almost cracked when i saw her hit head head on the wall How can someone be this foolish She climbed the couch and tried to go out using the window Okay i had enough i knew this girl has a mission since when i saw her with that horr

Getting back on my feet, I made my way towards the bath where a few other maids were waiting for me already as the intoxicating smell of roses became a part of the atmosphere. I got out of the bath smelling myself as the sharp scent of roses had deeply penetrated my skin. Water dripped down my fair skin as I stood up and walked away from the bath. When I was done with everything, I saw a maid bringing an extravagant light pink gown which had white butterflies and flowers decorated all over the bodice as the skirt was quite puffy and pretty. I noticed that Mrs.Hanzah tied the corset a bit tighter than usual. My hair was styled into a formal braided bun as I looked marvelous. Walking towards t

She walked to her shelf and brought out a bottle of wine, she pour into two cups and with a friendly smile, she offered one to Rosie. "Care for a glass of Rosey?". Without saying anything, Rosie took the cup and placed it on a side table. She looked determined, she looked like the kind of person that doesn't easily get distracted even when Ryan began to undress. "Did she fall for it?". Her voice sounded boring. "That bitch is a pain in the ass, Rosie" Ryan groaned "I just want to make her feel endless pain". Rosie smiled, she took her glass of Rosey and walked towar