Rosinante Corazon Novels & Stories

There is still a lingering sadness in him but he keeps it locked, determined to work even better for the people he loves. The Oracle steps aside and Alexei stands in front of Roseanne who is still bowing. Aria comes forward holding a cushion with a silver crown on it. It also has the blue rose on it only with a writing carved on it at Roseanne’s insistence: A heart full of love is more powerful than all else. Alexei picks up the crown and places it on her head.

My heart beats faster and faster. “I love you, Ana Petrov.” He must see the questions on my face because he explains, “It was instant for me. I tried to ignore it, but we both know that didn’t work.” I let out a chuckle. The corner of his mouth lifts. “I love you, Moya Roza.”

Ruby sweet-talked, connecting their foreheads together and gazing passionately into Carmilla's eyes. The raven-haired can only blush due to the undeniable sincerity in her fiancee's words. She suddenly connected their lips together never minding the prejudice of their audience or the fact that their expensive lipsticks are getting smudged. Ruby kissed back with equal passion, sending fire into her soul due to their fiery intimacy. The only thing Carmilla cares about right now is ravishing the supple lips of the romantic lady in her embrace.

The crowd roared louder, the sound of approval echoing through the vaulted ceiling. It was humiliation dressed as tradition. But it wasn’t over. Vittorio stepped forward. He took Rose’s chin in his hand, tilting her face upward. His touch was firm, almost bruising. He looked at her as though she were not flesh, but property being displayed. “You belong to La Corona Nera now,” he said, his voice low but carrying. “Remember that.” Then, before the entire church, he kissed her cheek. It was not affectionate. It was claiming. The gesture of a man stamping ownership into ritual.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

She gets so happy that her juicy pink lips stretch into a happy smile but she handshakes with me being professional. Man! I'm gone case now. Why I'm behaving like a love sick puppy . I've never behaved in such manner in my entire thirty two years of life . Even I've never felt like this for any girl, never even for Kavita. When I think of SWARA, yes her name is SWARA BOSE , I feel some sensation inside my chest. She is insanely beautiful like her name.It seems like somewhere some one is playing any romantic tune in his violin. Why I'm feeling this? But it feels so good.

Rose's mouth was ablaze with the smell of fresh blood. Her eyes flushed suddenly, revealing her fangs, and she bared her teeth. Rose shrieked in shock and held her head tightly in her hands as she rolled around on the icy ground like an animal. She took a few steps back and then a few steps forward while growling and glaring at Miren. Rose is unable to progress because Miren's lyrics force her to take a step backward after each and everyone that she takes forward.

She was telling me that only) "Shayari teased " Do not worry i know how to make her happy. "Zarun said with a wink " I will take my leave now, you both come together. "Shayari said and left from there " is my wife still angry with me? "Zarun asked " you did nothing to make me less angry "Zeenat said " Gulaab ka rang laal hona uski khasiyat hai Aur apni khafa hui begum ko manana hamari khasiyat hai (Rose being red is it's specialty and making my angry wife calm is mine) "Zarun said and handed a box to Zeenat

Chapter 7: Rose: Sean helped move all my belongings into another room and brought food up to dine with me. I think he was trying to guard me without letting me know he was… it didn’t matter to me how independent i was any longer. I was grateful for his company and realized I still needed a strong man to help me. As I sipped my tea trying to calm my nerves before bed, I couldn’t help observing Sean from under my lashes. Tonight I suffered quite a fright, but it also woke something inside of me that I didn’t know was there…. lust. Not for the drunkard that tried to take what wasn’t his, but the act itself that something so hard looking could feel soft when pressed between my folds. Luckily he

Those majestic eyes still had the dangerous glint in them making me want to stare at them longer. "No. Why did you ask that?", he replied, seriously expecting an answer. His gentle grip on my arm tightened when I didn't give a reply. Before I was about to give out a concocted answer, I felt his luscious lips on mine. Glimmers of sparks exploded in my gut at the sudden contact of his warm lips. Aiden Walters kissed me. I was still for a second before reciprocating back. With time, he deepened his kiss and pushed his tongue demanding entrance. That made me pull away suddenly. Before anyone could say anything, I took off.