The Mad Rose Menu Novels & Stories

Rain’s lips twitched as she stared at their joined hands, when they finally let go, Rose’s cheeks were as red as her fucking name and for some reason Rain was beginning to grow a strange dislike for Roses. Damn it, her feelings were just all over the fucking place today. The room was as large as a fucking hotel room, a wide table in between two leather sofas. “She’s got nice ass,” Romeo said as he plopped down at the edge of the chair and relaxed into it. Luigi joined him, both of them acting like they were on a vacation. “Sergio’s late,” Enzo said, his eyes on the empty sofa where Mr. Mendes was supposed to seat.

When they arrived at an expensive restaurant, the girl couldn't help but look and marvel at what she saw. He now understood why Stephen made him wear that. He doubted that after going through a severe break-up, almost a jackpot came into his life. "Isn't the food here expensive?" he asked as they both sat down. "Just right." replied Stephen. "Good morning ma'am and sir. Here is your menu." The waitress said as she handed them a menu book. As soon as Bea opened the menu, her jaw almost dropped in shock when she saw the prices of the food there.

ROSALINA'S POV "Should I consider this a date?" I asked Sebas as he pulled the chair for me to get comfortably seated. "You told me you were hungry," Sebas replied dryly before taking a seat across me from the table. "Oh, I'm starving!" I picked up the menu and browsed for something vegetarian, most probably salad since I was cutting carbs to lose a few more pounds. Madam Marisha wanted me to be as light as a feather so I could glide freely in the air like a petal on the wind as I performed Giselle.

[Rose] I bite my nails as I watch the snow falling down from the windows. The constant chatter of the neighbors disturbing me, while I sit up and make myself some hot chocolate I contemplate whether I could make it to the club or not, I bite my lip sitting over my couch and watching the TV. When a call was heard from the counter of my kitchen and I groan. How could I leave my phone over there? I quickly ran over to it and picked up the call from the house mom of the club.

he just said after finishing his meal in a couple of minutes. “Hmm, okay.” “Are you mad?” Lucas asked, his eyebrows furrowing. “I’m only asking and that’s how you’ll answer me?” “Can’t I be sarcastic?” Rojean got confused. “Sure, sarcastic.” he rolled his eyes. “I’m going to hit the hay, you coming?” Theo sent a place where they could meet up and asked to meet there right now. Rojean was aggregated and didn’t want anything to do with them at the moment so she didn’t reply. She continued on washing the dishes so she could rest herself.

He scoffed quietly under his breath. “What an actress,” he muttered, shaking his head. The Ashford dining room was alive with chatter and the aroma of a feast. Rosey sat comfortably near Adrian, who had been invited as well, while Mrs. Ashford and Marcus took their seats at the head of the table. Every dish imaginable roasted meats, fresh vegetables, and delicate pastries was laid out like a painting, the table a riot of color and abundance. Suddenly, the deep rumble of a car pulling up outside caught Rosey’s attention.

I heard my inner wolf let out a threatening growl as I glared at her. Summer noticed and pulled me to the seat beside her, just opposite Yolanda. “Hey try and calm down, Cass,” she whispered to me. “We don't want to give her any more reason to dislike you.” I'm not exactly seeking her approval. I sighed and nodded in understanding. “What are we having Mommy?” Rose asked. “Mashed potato, corn, kidney beans, vegetable soup, and salad,” Michelle said, trying to sound excited. Rose's face fell. I looked down at my plate. Mashed potatoes, peas, a fried egg, a folded slice of bread and butter and milk.

Rosa pressed her lips together, leaning slightly toward the menu card. “Sit here.” Ivan gestured to the empty chair across from him. “No, it’s okay—” “You should listen to elders.” His voice was kind. Rosa offered a small smile, avoiding his gaze before she reached for the menu he held out, her fingers brushed against the surface. “Um... Caramel Macchiato would be best.” Rosa suggested, her eyes still fixed on the menu card. Finally, she lifted her gaze, meeting Ivan’s warm, expectant eyes.

The Sunflower, with its vitality, was given by Jeffrey when he went to the amusement park. All the flowers were Jeffrey's favorites. Of all the flowers, there were no roses, which he chanted about as his favorite day and night. It was only at that moment that I realized that he loved roses but was unwilling to give them a place in his home. Jeffrey's exclusive ringing sounded, and the phone screen lit up. "I just got out of the hospital. Now I'm going to pick you up at the manor. "The rose bracelet is ready. You can bring it on later.

“Why the hell do you have the new cook at gunpoint?” The man instantly lowered the weapon, shaking under her glare. “I—I was just—” “Apologize,” she demanded. He stammered something that barely sounded like an apology before retreating, tail between his legs. Rosaline turned her attention to me then, and her eyes— cold and dangerous—assessed me from head to toe. “You,” she said. “Make me a dish. Something… exotic.” I blinked. “Exotic?” “Yes. Intercontinental. That’s what your résumé said, isn’t it?”