Novelas y relatos de Rosinante Corazon

“Is this yours?" The immediate answer came out her mouth when she saw it, "No, why—" She froze, and Chris looked at her, the concern brewing in his eyes. But she couldn’t help but to stare at the gift, knowing exactly what it was. A Resin Rose, wrapped with thorns of grief; exactly like the picture. The moon so delicate, handmade and one of a kind. "Claec…" Her hand cupped the gift, pulling it away from him. Chris stared at her in confusion, his hands feeling empty, "who's that?"

He has every right to be angry then I see him looking at my bump. He comes towards me slowly as if tiger is taunting it's hunt that there is no escape from him. He holds my gaze as he traps me between door and his magnificent form. The form which I missed alot at nights. The warmth that form used to gave me at cold night that I missed. "Sometimes instead of beautiful rose, you become a thorn at my side. But I rather feel the pain of it because it is another side of your love too." Rudra says as she looks at me with mixed emotion. Anger, hurt, guilt and most of all love.

"Because you saw too much. And because I’ve seen you. Truly seen you. Since the first moment you walked into this house, all fire and fury hidden beneath a maid’s uniform. I knew I’d have to choose between my mission and..." He touched her cheek, his fingers rough and warm. "...and you." Inés’ breath hitched. The fire roared outside the door, but the only heat she felt now was his proximity. His lips hovered near hers, hesitation tightening his jaw. "Kiss me," she breathed, shocking even herself. His mouth crushed against hers, wild and desperate, like a man starved for oxygen. She dropped the poker, fingers clutching at his shirt. Their bodies collided, and Esteban lifted her effortlessly,

"I... I see" As she turned towards the window, dabbing her now teary eyes, Rose's heart beat with a strange excitement and fear as the limousine approached their location. She vowed to take advantage of the opportunity to break the quiet, to express her feelings and find solace in her understanding of Sebastian . The limousine doors opened, heralding the start of a new chapter in her life—one fraught with uncertainty, but also with the possibility of meaningful connection and progress.

Silver orbs piercing a set of light blue eyes. Rose licked her lips again. Stephano's heartbeat accelerated before he gulped. Their mouths getting closer before their lips touched forming a tender kiss.

"How can I look at you? Would you if I said the same thing? That I wanna keep staring at you?" "Look at me." Dante gulped. He bit his lower lip nervously. "Please. Please look at me, Dante." Sebastian added. How can he resist when he beg him like that? Dante raised his head slowly to Sebastian. "Better now?" Sebastian smiled warmly. He nodded, "yeah. Don't avoid my eyes again, I don't like it." "Mhm, okay." What is this? What's happening to my heart right now? Why do I feel out of breath. Dante wondered inwardly.

In the twenty-seventh hour after Chen Boyan escaped from prison, the police sent out fifteen drones, nearly half of the police dog police force, after the carpet search of the whole blockade, still did not find half a trace of him. The man left incomparably arrogant, before leaving, but also with the blood of the escorting police officers, leaving the following words. I'll recapture my rose. I'll recapture my rose. Who is this "rose" referring to ...... A group of police officers in the conference room looked at me in unison. "Even if you look at me like that." I held my arms and shrugged. "I can only prove that Chen Boyan is just a love brain." Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to ask m

Haha. “Everyone, she will be your new classmate. Introduce yourself.” “Hello, everyone! I am Rosine Vista and I hope that we will get along together as classmates and friends!” She then bowed her head in full ninety-degree. Her eyes were shaped like a crescent when she smiled, flashing her teeth. She is quite energetic.I say, she’s pretty but not as beautiful as me. 'Where have I heard that name? I swear I knew that name.'

he pauses and continues, "this white rose is what you represent, purity. and innocence - the students made a sound of tenderness - Cristián called Marcos and he approached with a blue rose - this represents my gratitude for having believed in me - he hands it to me, he beckoned and this time Ana approached with a pink rose - This represents the appreciation and affection that I have for you, every day that I am with you I would not want it to end - Marcos approaches again with a red rose - and this - Cris says, looking at the rose and looks me fixedly in the eyes and smiles - represents my love for you Amy, I fell in love with you like crazy, your smile, your eyes and your way of being make

I replied, caressing her cheeks. “I just regret the situation in which we did it.” “But you can change it.” She pressed. “You don't understand, Rosie—” “But I do,” she cut in, placing her palm on mine, eyes searching. “You can choose me, Henry.” Her voice came out small. Fragile. Hopeful. Like she was handing me her heart and praying I wouldn't drop it. I exhaled, pulling away from her. “It's not as easy as that, Rosie.” I groaned, pushing strands of hair back.