Rosinante Corazon Novels & Stories

"Saturday would be wonderful. You know I trust Rosalia's taste." Rosalia glowed. "It's going to be beautiful," she said softly. "Gold and white, maybe some dark red roses. A union of elegance and danger just like you two." "Danger is our game," Fiorella breathed, giving me a glance. A glint in her eye brought my heart to a stop.

Her cheeks flushed with indignation. "You’re shameless, Cayson Montemayor. Do you even hear the crap coming out of your dirty mouth?" She turned her back on him, eyes returning to the sea, though her heart was pounding so loud it nearly drowned out the sound of the waves. The moment he had suggested that possibility, her chest had constricted. It wasn’t true, was it? That thing he said just now, it wasn’t happening to her, was it? Then, as if reading her thoughts, Cayson said quietly, "You can’t fall in love with me, Rosenda Marie."

" I asked with a smile. "Yes" she replied. "Have you taken illegal drugs before?" "No" I motioned for her to look at the screen and her eyes widened with surprise. "You see, it's that easy." I said with a smirk. "What's your name?" "R.J" "Your full name!" "Roselle....." "Don't mess with me!" I said pinning her with an angry gaze. "Roselle Jackson" she replied in annoyance. Her name struck a bell, like I've heard it some where.

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’

"Thank you for telling me that, and I am just terrified as well as scared." Emperor Carl placed his left hand on Rosabella's correct check, and he stroked her face. Emperor Carl stood up, and he helped Rosabella to stand up. Rosabella looked away, and Emperor Carl used his left hand to make Rosabella look at him. Rosabella glances up at Emperor Carl, wrapping his arms around her. He pulls her close to him as she places her hands on his chest, and they kiss on the lips.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

Alexander: You're a beautiful flower that I'm starting to really like. I squealed silently...if that's even possible...in excitement, a goofy grin overtaking my features. This was definitely a scene straight out of one of my romance novels. Rosette: So in this category, what do I call you? Best to play it safe for now. Alexander: Choose Rosette: What if I don't want to? Alexander: You have to, so please do. Rosette: Fine Rosette: Alexander No reply, I waited for what seemed like minutes but was actually just seconds.

A feeling of unwelcome dread stole up her spine; she felt the small hairs on her neck standing up as she looked at the card she was holding. Glancing back at Bianca, who was still rubbing her back, grimacing, Roxanne raised a hand to the talisman given by Beulah as she rubbed it. Coming to a decision, Roxanne slipped the card out of the envelope. As she stared at the card, she let out a cry of horror.

Can't wait to feel it. Love You!

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You