Novel & Cerita Sunshine Rosman

one said, chuckling, “of course you can bring your manager. Anything for Mr. Rodriguez’s referrals and please put in a good word for us to him. I hid my reaction behind a polite smile and said. I do not know him personally. Unwilling to divulge who I was to him. I want to do this on my own, and on my own terms. “Please fill in your details here,” the man said, sliding a form towards me and smiled politely. I picked up the pen, pausing at the space for Surname. I didn’t want to be tied to that family anymore — not to the name that came with humiliation and betrayal. So, I wrote simply: Celine R. Clean. Detached. Free. After all the formalities were done, I thanked them and stepped outside. Th

I had known from a young age that I wasn't the Blackwood family's biological daughter. So I knew that I wasn't worthy of being compared with Claire Blackwood in any way. I had only gotten her doll dirty while cleaning the room, yet Mom punished me by locking me out in the rain all night. When Claire blinded one of my eyes with a laser pointer, however, Mom protected her instead. “Your sister didn't mean to do it. She was just playing around.” After I lost sight in my right eye, Claire showed me a triumphant smile. “Who told you to enter our lives in the first place? You deserve it.” They all said I was an outsider. So for eighteen years, no matter how hard I tried or how desperately

She smiled and asked, “What’s your name?” “Rosa Sykes” Her response left a smile on everyone’s face except Mr. Whyte who was getting spooked out by the Whyte family. “What’s your profession?” Cara asked again. “I’m a nurse” she responded. “Where do you come from?” “I’m from East fall” she answered. Cara gleefully walked back to her seat and sat down. “Are you still a nurse?” She asked. “I lost my license, I’m still unemployed”

"Off course you did. I mean can the amazing Madison Ross settle for anything less." Gloria said with a smile. The two ladies went upstairs. "Have you heard from Avery or Stacey lately??" Madison asked the moment they walked into the room. "Yeah, l called Avery two days ago and she said she would come home for mum and dad's anniversary. So she should be here at any moment. But l haven't heard from Stacey since last month. You know she's always busy running the company and stuff." Gloria said as she stuffed food in her mouth. The maid had brought another tray of food upstairs for Gloria.

And at the far end of the land, nestled beneath willow trees, stood the nursery—a cozy, colorful building where pups played under the watchful eyes of caretakers. Each space was set apart, like organs of a living body, all beating for one heart: the pack house. As Knox’s car pulled to a stop before the main entrance, a small crowd gathered. Pack members. Curious eyes. Whispered words. Respectful nods. At the front of the group stood a tall, radiant woman with Knox’s dark eyes and a glowing smile that reached all the way to Lydia’s chest. Emily. She stepped forward and enveloped Lydia in a warm, firm hug. “Welcome to Blue Moon. You must be Lydia.”

Rosa immediately pulled out her phone, her thumbs moving rapidly across the screen as she scrolled and typed, ignoring everything around her. Luciano held the car door open for her, waiting patiently for her to climb in, but she remained standing there, eyes glued to the display. “Rosie, you can look at your phone once you're inside,” he said softly, shielding her from the glare with his own body. “The sun is too bright out here; you’ll give yourself a headache.” Rosa lifted her head and looked at her ex-husband. She exhaled sharply, her expression hardening. “Mr. Mancini,” she began.

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."

"We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!" The entire room was suddenly deathly silent, until John sprang to his feet in shock, "What?!"

"I want to jog in the park and laugh without worrying about suffocating." He adjusted his glasses with a warm smile. "You'll get there soon. Oh—and I heard you've been studying business management?" "I can't stay a patient forever." "If you need study materials, I have plenty." He hesitated, then added, "And please, call me Cedric. After all, at this point, we're teammates in this fight." As I looked out at the brilliant sunlight pouring through the window, I realized for the first time that without the mask between me and the world, everything looked so much clearer and brighter.

On my birthday, the financial headlines blared with the news of Larson Group's utter ruin. Eric surprised me with 999 roses, renewing his declaration of love. I said yes, wrapped in the sweetness of the moment. However, then, the jarring ring of my phone cut through the air. The caller ID flashed the name of the defense attorney for Larson Group's remnants. I picked up the phone without much thought, figuring it was Chester trying to battle me for the last three New Cordova ports owned by Larson Group.