Sunshine Rosman Novels & Stories

And I returned those words. This couldn be our final and last moments but we wouldn't back down. He and the principal walked towards the swings, I could still see him. Alexis beckoned me towards the bench. I sat down first and she followed after. That was when I spotted the same woman I'd seen on the outskirts of Sweet Haven. She was dressed the same way. Her robe long, and dirty. "Do you know why I wanted to hang out here?" "Nope."

Well what do you know… It's Linda now, huh? “My God…” Belinda giggled, playfully slapping Henry on the chest. “You haven't changed much yourself.” She said, stepping closer. “At least give me a hug, will you?” Oh hell to the damned no. I stepped between them, just as she reached for Henry. “Hi, Mrs White.” I grinned. She blinked, stepping back a bit. “Uhh… hi?” “I'm Rosie. Rosie Alphonse,” I said, taking her hand in mine.

It seemed that the man whose surname was Grant was new to the city. “What’s my schedule, Rose?” she asked, handing the tablet to Rose. Her hands started untangling some hair rolls stuck to her head, her eyes staring blankly at the mirror. “Pretty loaded. Today you have a new product photoshoot, an interview, and you’re the brand ambassador for one of the artist’s cosmetic brands,” Rosalie explained in detail.

“The love I have for you runs deeper than any scar, Sunshine. During those two months when you were away, I saw the world only as detriment. And the only thing that kept me going was this… the realization that you were here… close to my heart. Forever. It gave me peace. And realization that whatever the world throws at us—you will forever be mine. And I? I have always been yours, Sunshine. No truce.” Rosealba’s cheeks stained as the tears rolled against her cheeks. Her lips stretched and she helped herself to smile between tears. “I am the luckiest woman…” Drystan shook his head negatively, brushing her cheeks with his touch. “No, Sunshine. I am the luckiest. Finding a woman whose light eras

The proprietary way his assistant looked at him was the only thing currently clear to me. “I’ll leave you two,” Rosie said with a gracious smile. “I’m sure you have a lot of catching up to do.” She Turned to Damian once more and put a delicate hand on his arm once more. “Call me if you need anything. I will come straight over.” “Thank you,” Damian murmured. The tall blonde clicked across the polished Italian marble in her elegant heels and entered the elevator. She smiled at Damon deviously as the doors closed.

Mason hung his head down once again. "Luna, it's okay. There's one thing I can do to fix this." I looked up at her. She had a questioning look on her face. "I, Alexandria Rivers, daughter to Beta Edward and Joyce Rivers, reject you, Mason Jackson, future Alpha of the Green Wood pack."

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

"Rose, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are a sweet, caring, and very smart woman. It will be an honor to marry you. Will you marry me?" Miller Robinson, one of the managers of ' Q SOL Software Solutions, and also the direct boss of Rose is now sitting on one knee while holding a ring in his hand. They both are surrounded by their colleagues.

I was already feeling his absence, but relieved at the same time as I deposited my purse in the dimly lit locker room, donned a lab coat and headed out to the floor. “Good morning, Dr. Reynolds,” Rosa said, handing me a chart, looking inconspicuously over my shoulder. “Who’s Mr. Smokin’ Hot?” “Lance Steel,” I answered coolly. “He’s a hospital benefactor.” I looked at the chart noncommittally as I slung a stethoscope around my neck. “What are you doing here, Rosa? Aren’t you off today?” “I wish,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Drake changed my schedule and I have to work.”

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.