Rosie Novels & Stories

Felicia Lawson thought college would be her escape but nothing prepared her for Ian, her sister’s husband or for Jake, the charming upperclassman who made her believe in something real again. While Felicia battles guilt and longing, her roommate Zara hides secrets darker than love, a mafia lineage that’s about to pull her into a marriage with a dangerous don. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “You’re going to marry me, little sunflower.” Zara’s eyes snap open, the water sloshes as she jerks against my grip, but the chain on her ankle rattles like a laugh. She can’t go far. She can’t go anywhere. “Fuck you,” she spits, voice raw from screaming at the ceilin

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

Every chapter gives you something new, secret affairs, risky relationships, and characters who crave hard and love harder. Think Mafia, Landlord, Alpha, every dirty fantasies you can think of. Professor and student. Neighbor crush. Master and submissive.

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

Our cab had already arrived, so we got in and headed straight for Reno’s Boutique — one of the biggest in New York. I’d only heard about the place from Marielle, but stepping inside was something else entirely. The glass walls gleamed, the scent of expensive perfume filled the air, and designer dresses shimmered under the warm lights. I ran my fingers across one of them, smiling a little for the first time in days. Tessa and I started browsing through the racks. When we reached the trousers section, I picked a few to try on — and that was when I saw her. Marielle. She was clinging to Adrian’s arm like her life depended on it, laughing too loudly, too sweetly. The moment her eyes met mine, he

“Okay, that’s enough posturing and manly displays of dominance! Your plan failed; your attack is over! Now leave or die here.” All heads turn to the trees, as we see The Red Rose, walk out of the forest and onto the green. Her red cloak casts a striking image, floating in the breeze as she walks, and the top of her face covered by her hood as always. She has nine kids following her, and one in her arms, holding on as though afraid she will disappear. Also, a bloody blade, is held steadily in her right hand, dripping fresh blood as she walks. ** "Impossible!"

added Norma. Rosie shrugged and looked down at her manicured nails painted in red. "I figured that would be like killing two birds with one stone. I got rid of Blake and taught Ty a lesson." "What else?" asked Jess impatiently. "What else did you do?" "Guess," said Rosie with a wink. I stifled a groan and failed. "I'm tired of guessing. Tell us what you did, Rosie. No more games!" Cas looked down at Rosie and gave her a warning look. "Answer her."

[Rose] I walk out the back door searching for a uber even though Carried lectured me about denying Kaden and being rude to him. She was right, It was rude of me to deny him. I just didn't see him helping me, and I thought it was a hassle for him. Afterall. All the other girls never get a ride from him or Coby all the time. They go home on their own. I have to learn to do so too. I stood there was a minute before my eyes noticed someone at my preferable vision. He was right there, near his car. About to get and I look at him.

Anthony held onto her wrists tightly, shaking her to get her to stop sputtering. Rosie finally stopped, exhaling a shaky breath. She stared up at him with tear-filled eyes and damp cheeks, looking fragile and helpless. "You came to Paris," she whispered out. "You-you showed up. You came to see me but you didn't. Oh-God." Rosie couldn't stop. She was muttering and sputtering, exasperated. She shook her head, taking a few steps away from him and this time, Anthony let her-letting go of her wrists.

Lady Sophie exclaimed. Rosie Harper is one of the famous fashion icons in London. She went to the same college as Fabe, studying fine arts with a double major in business administration. She is one of her close friends who disapproves of her marriage to Bryce. Rosie is very well acquainted with the Hamilton doing business with them for years. Since Fabe's come back into the fashion industry, Rosie organized the fashion ball to introduce her to the public and highlight her creations formally. She invited all the leading companies in Italy and the elite circle.