The Rosie Project A Novel Novels & Stories

Rosie is a human girl who was taken captive by the vampires but Alisha rescued her and she became the little prince nanny. Her slow steps to her sons chamber reminded her of the days in zikia,the days she wished to relive. “Do you need anything?” Rosie asked again, raising the shutters as lightening filled the air. “Nay, you may retire for the night,I plan to spend the night with my son” she announced and Immediately, Rosie bowed and made her way out of the chamber. Her mind drifted back to Damien and the last time she saw him. The hurt in his blue orbs,the shallow breaths he took and the sad smile which finally thugged at his lower lip.

It didn’t help that I was running like my life depended on it, which it might if Ollie’s story really was true. “Jessica,” the sing-song voice called. Every time I heard that voice, I would get the shivers and that made it twice as hard to catch my breath. I raced down a street that had the river on its left while a row of mansions appeared to my right. This was Rosecliffe Way, the street where wealthy Oregonians parked their vacation homes. Meaning they were all empty as the holidays were still two months away. I would find no help here. “Just a little… more…” I gasped.

Rosie seemed to sigh. "So here goes Angela. I accidentally used the project money that was recently started. I accidentally wore it because the condition was very urgent and I really needed money. And now Mr. Adam knows it. He was still trying to protect me and said I just needed to return the money, then he wouldn't say anything to the Director. Shortly the report will be submitted to the director. I have been urged to return the money, but now I really don't have any money," Rosie explained with a pitiful facial expression. "Angel, can you give me a loan? I will definitely replace it, "cried Rosie.

It's noted that she has no family. Rosie is also 24, anaturalblonde,with blue eyes. She's worked for Club Rhodes for just under two years. She was previously sold only to be sent back. She agreed to this job with a substantial payout of over £200,000.

“Meet Rosie. She’s a relative of the Varenti family. I thought you might find her... interesting.” Rosie. Her name was a flame, one that immediately sparked something inside him. Something that had been long buried beneath layers of responsibility and control. Adam stood slowly, staring at her across the room, her eyes fastened on his with almost startling intensity. She resembled Lina not at all. She unlike any woman he had ever come across. She lacked soft or sensitive beauty. It was wild, unadulterated, with a confidence that suggested freedom rather than compliance. “Rosie,” He greeted, his voice even, his heart oddly thumping in his chest. Though he had no idea why he was doing it, he r

Leonora asked worriedly while braiding Rosie's hair. I shrugged and replied, "Let them. I don't want to deprive my daughter of living and experiencing life because of that. But that doesn't mean I want her face posted all over social media." It was a big step for me and it took a lot of critical thinking for me to come up with this decision. Rosie is getting older and soon, she'll be old enough to figure things out. My first project after a long hiatus is a romcom series with Alexander. When I was offered the project, I considered it because I was already comfortable with him and I knew the fans loved our chemistry.

Nothing more. || AT MORNING || Rosa was feeling much better. She sat quietly in the library with a thick novel in her hands but her eyes weren’t following the words. Her mind kept drifting back to his voice, those strange words from the night before. She pouted, trying to shake away her own thoughts. ‘I’m just being dumb.. overthinking again.’ Rosalie sighed before closing the book and stood up from the chair. Bored and restless from being stuck inside for days, she wandered toward the tall bookshelves in search of something new. Her fingertips grazed the spines absentmindedly as she moved between the shelves.

We pulled into the parking garage and rode the elevator up in continued silence. When we walked into the penthouse, Rosie came running from the living room where Maria had been helping her with homework. “Daddy! Isla! I need your help!” she said, waving a piece of paper. “We have a project for school and I have to interview both my parents about their love story.” Both of us stopped walking. “What kind of project?” I asked carefully. “For family week,” Rosie explained, bouncing on her toes with excitement. “We all have to make presentations about our families. And I need to tell everyone about how you and Isla met and fell in love. Mrs. Brown gave us questions to ask.”

After taking several steadying breaths, Rosie grabbed two boxes of ultra-thin, extra-large condoms and tossed them into her trolley before her brain could launch another attack. There. Done. Finished. No more thinking about Sebastian’s— No. She was not finishing that sentence. Determined to restore her dignity, Rosie pushed her trolley away from the aisle at speed. Unfortunately, she nearly collided with an elderly woman moments later. The woman glanced down at the two condom boxes sitting prominently on top of Rosie's groceries. Then smiled knowingly. Rosie wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole. --- Afterwards, Rosie continued shopping until something caught her eye.

I smiled. Rose had mud covering her clothes, with splashes of water on her top as well. "You should change your clothes, otherwise you will catch a cold." She nodded with a sheepish smile, "I went to collect water from the river but slipped over the rock and fell." I paused but continued stirring again...the river. "Can you add the final petals and stir this? I have some work to do." Rose looked at me in shock and to my surprise, she shook her head in a no immediately, "I can't do that, you shall always complete your work other..."