Novel & Cerita Rosinante Corazon

"Here you go. I made this for you." Rosie opens the box. Inside is a simple crystal necklace of Rose Quartz. "Rose Quartz for my friend Rosie," I explain. "Rose Quartz will bring you love and healing." A single tear rolls down her cheek. "Thank you, Slone. I cannot say I have anything like this."

"You'll get your pants all dusty, Anthony. Your laces are tied." Anthony croaked out a baffled laugh. He reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a small red box with gold writing on top. Cartier. Rosie's eyes grew wide when she realized what was happening. She nearly dropped both her book and coffee cup. With shaking hands, she placed the coffee back on the table so it wouldn't drop and spill all over Anthony.

Ivan asks, his eyes examining the bite mark on my neck. "I've been better," I say, downplaying how truly mortified I feel. A calm facade that I've put up seems to have them fooled as I sit down on the grey sofa, my bare feet sinking into the soft grey fur of the rug. I breathe in, my words becoming lodged in my throat as I try to steady my pounding heart. "Rosalyn, what's wrong?" Felix scoots over to me, placing his arm around the middle part of my back, rubbing his hand up and down gently to soothe me.

My heart raced with the intensity of my craving. With deftness, he opened my jeans’ button and pulled down my jeans and undies together, all the while placing tender kisses on my waist. Entranced by the sensation of his lips on my skin, I lost myself at the moment, forgetting everything else. Each kiss made me feel alive, igniting a passionate fire within me.

“Why are you angry at me? Tell me so I can make it up to you.” She didn’t say a thing and kept her mouth shut before turning her head away in case he was going to kiss her. ‘He’s too deceiving.’ she told herself before comparing him to Lucas who looked and acted genuine. “So...yes?” Theo asked, putting his lips on the back of her hand, giving it a light kiss. “I have no interest in whatever you’re doing,” Rojean just said, pulling her hand away, thinking Sei was like that. “I don’t really feel well so if there’s nothing to discuss I’ll go now.”

A sudden, fierce wave of possessiveness washed over her, and she whispered, “Tell me you’re mine.” His expression shifted, his gaze locking onto her eyes with a flash of utter confusion at her sudden demand. She repeated it, her voice firmer this time, “Tell me, mio marito.” “I am yours, amore mio,” he whispered thickly. "Only yours. Just like you're mine." He gripped the nape of her neck and slammed his lips against hers. Rosa melted into his breath, her arms curling around his head as his hands slowly moved to her hips, guiding her up and down on his rod. She kissed him deeply, hungrily nibbling his full lips. Luciano was completely enchanted by her active participation.

I was curious and saw him grin. "By the way, my name is Robin Wright." He introduces himself and extends his right hand to shake hands with me. I was stunned by his hand and I really felt his grip. I can't seem to stop myself anymore. Is this what they say, love at first sight?

Rosalina asked emphasizing each word "Cause he wants to sort things out with you Rosalina ..." Mae answered "Sort what out?" Rosalina asked giving an amused expression. "He still loves you Rosalina " Tristan answered "Love? Me?" Rosalina asked sarcastically and then laughed "You call this love?" Rosalina said pulling her t-shirt showing the scars on her neck and hands "Tell me you call this love!? Then tell, who the fucking hell treats the one they love this way?!" She said loudly

Rosa sits beside her, weaving a braid into her dark hair, her lips moving softly with a story I know I once heard in my own childhood. “And the brave knight,” Rosa says, her voice low and melodic, “fought not for glory, but for the heart he cherished. For love.” Sofia giggles. “Like Daddy?” Rosa’s gaze flickers, just for a breath, toward me standing in the hall. Then she smiles, soft and practiced. “Yes, cuore mio. Like your Daddy.” Something twists inside me. The warmth should comfort me. Instead, it burns. Matteo appears behind me, silent as ever, one hand brushing my lower back in quiet greeting. His eyes fix immediately on Rosa, hard and unyielding.

She was so close that he could feel her warmth at his back, breath fanning over the skin of his shoulders, her warm fingers gliding over his spine, tracing every single scar that was visible to her. Suddenly, Rosalie placed her lips to the middle of his shoulder blades, placing a kiss there before pressing her lips to the scar in a gentle kiss. Uncertainly Arcangelo looked over his shoulder at her, watching as she placed tender kisses against his skin, her fingers against his sides. He felt her arms wrap around his waist as her chest was pressed against his back, her head rested against his spine. For a moment Rosalie tightened her grip around him, wanting him to know that she was there for