Rosita Fresita の小説・ストーリー

No, she couldn’t have known-- “She never mentioned you by name, of course,” Rosita continued smoothly, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, “but your scent lingered in my car after that little meeting you had with her. Your cologne, Fia. One of a kind, wasn’t it? French-made. Amberwood base, citrus top. Lingers on leather” The smirk on her face widened as though she had discovered a new planet. I felt the air being squeezed out of my lungs.

And when she turned her head to me, her lips pursed. “Oh!” she said. Then walked towards me like a supermodel. When she was finally in front of me, I wasn't able to move because of how intimidating I am. “Rosita, who is she?” Rosita bowed her head towards the lady before she answered, “She’s Iris, the Alpha’s breeder.” The lady arched her brow as she scanned me from head to toe, and far from how beautiful she was, the words in her mouth came awful…

“For something light, he likes ensalada de nopales—cactus salad with tomatoes, onions, and queso fresco. He also enjoys sopa de tortilla—a hearty broth with tortilla strips, avocado, and a bit of smoky pasilla pepper.” Tessa chuckled. “So, basically, he eats like a man preparing for war.” Rosa smirked. “Exactly.” She moved on quickly. “Now, Miss Regina. She’s much easier to please. She has a sweet tooth but doesn’t like heavy meals. She enjoys ensalada de pollo—chicken salad with avocados, black beans, and mango slices.” Tessa raised an eyebrow. “That actually sounds delicious.” Rosa nodded. “It is. She also loves tostadas de tinga—crispy tortillas topped with shredded chicken in a chipotle-

She answered and the door opens, a stretcher was pulled in slowly with variety of foods on each tray. “Nice to have you in the house maam, I go by the name Rosa. I handle the food in the house,” The lady introduced while Camille nodded like an agama lizard “So tell me, What will you like to have for brunch? Fruit salad? Pasta? Broccoli and beef? Which? Name it,” Rosa asked. “Anything, please.” “Alright ma’am, I will serve you beef and pasta,” Rosa replied then clapped her two hands, two other ladies matched in with a table made with pure gold, the blinding glit almost blind Camille’s eyes.

"Moretti knows exactly what will happen if his cars cross my valley again. I am handling the city." "Make sure you do," Sofia said. The wooden door opened, and Rosalina walked into the kitchen. She had changed into a fresh white sundress that came down to her knees, and her dark hair was tied back in a neat ponytail. She had no makeup on, and her skin looked bright and clean in the morning sun. When her eyes found mine, a huge smile broke across her face. "The coffee smells amazing," she said, walking over to stand right next to me.

She stared at her with narrowed eyes, and knitted brows, wondering who she was and why she was there. “Freya,” Rosa chimed sweetly, trying to reach for her hands. “How’re you feeling now?” Freya stared at her in irritation, pulling away from the grasp immediately as Rosa’s eyes widened at her actions. She inquired in a raspy tone. “Who are you?” Rosa chuckled, not taking her words seriously. “It’s me, Rosa.” Rosa. She tasted the name in her tongue, trying to see if it was familiar or not. After drifting off to her imagination for the next few seconds, Freya nodded her head forcefully.

Normally, Scott would have run her a bath, cleaned her, massaged her until she succumbed to the magic of his gentle hands. A lump formed in her throat. She swallowed. But the thought had already taken root. What if she never experiences that again? What if all she had were just memories. Adding a generous amount of shower gel, she dipped her hand into the tub and stirred the water until she felt the lather was just right. Her room door creaked open, making her pause. “Who’s there?” Eliana called out. “It's me, Rosio,” Rosio responded. “I brought you some atole de fresa—strawberry atole.”

"Can you tell me all the basic stuff about her? You know like her birthday?" "Her full name is Rosetta Elise Jones and she's three. Her birthday is April 17, 2015 and was born in Florida. She loves ice cream a lot and loves to swim," I tell him and he nods, taking in all the information. "She's very loud and outgoing, she loves to be the center of attention. She says whatever comes to mind and is very bold." "You are just amazing huh?" Luca says to Rose which causes her to smile. He tickles her sides which makes her become a giggling mess.

She waited to see what the Fay couple would choose to eat and hoped they would explain the different foods. Elowen seemed to sense her uncertainty." These dishes are all made from vegetables and fruits. The Silva Fay don't eat meats." She picked up a fruit that looked like a tiny bright pink banana. "We often start our meals with this fruit that's called Rosea Musa." Elowen handed the fruit to Nueva. She watched how they pealed the skin and copied what they did. The fruit tasted sweet and exotic, with hints reminding her of sunburst pineapple and ripe mango.

I shook my head and was about to leave her top when I saw one of the straps of her nightgown lose on her shoulders. Her skin was shining because of the dim lights across the room. That fact alone made me feel tempted to have her and it was killing me on the inside until her hands were on my abdomen. “F-Fuck, stop doing that, or I’ll do something we both regret,” I whispered as if I was in pain, but she only looked at me intently. “Master, I’m thirsty,” Rosita pouted before raising her head close to me, forcing me to clench my fists.