The Rosie Project Novels & Stories

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

My eyes were still tightly closed. "stop...no...your breath stinks "I heard myself muttering that consistently. I heard a dark chuckle and the warm thing on my jaw moved slowly, slightly teasing upwards. "Here's the rope you asked for tiger." A female voice interrupted. He stepped away from me. My legs gave way underneath me and I slowly buckled to the floor. My hair was already messy and matted and annoyingly sticking to my face.

“ I will do as you say, I wouldn’t be a friend to you anymore. I promise you I will leave and not even look back when I do. But before I do, I want you to answer my question” “ Question?” Haven's brows furrowed. “ What question?” “ First promise you will answer whatever I ask you”. Haven narrowed her eyes suspiciously wondering what Rosie’s question was. “ What are you going to ask?” “ Will you promise or not?” Rosie glared at her. “ Fine, I promise”. “ Okay then, close your eyes.” Rosie quickly said. “ Do it and tell me the first thing you see”. Haven frowned. What new game was Rosie trying to play with her. “ What the fuck is this Rosie? Why shoul—”

But this is basically my family and Rosie’s first meeting, so I wouldn’t want to leave any bad impression, especially being late. Rosie looks all good tonight with her an off-shoulder maroon dress. It is a high low dress with its front a bit above her knee. She wears a white high heel which makes her almost as tall as I am. I swear she could wear a sack and still pull it off. It’s embarrassing how I shamelessly staring at Rosie when I picked her up earlier until she snapped me out of my daydream. “Like what you see?” Rosie teased confidently with a little smirk lingering on her lips.

I lifted one end of the bed and slide out the red journal. I switched off the lights, draw the curtains and laid on the bed. I opened the book’s middle and start reading. The yellow lamps on each table shelf being my light source. ‘”Please, I don’t want to do this. My mom has warned me against guys like you.” She pants as she wriggles her hands, trying to loosen the rope. “Really? What are the things she warned you against us about?” Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast.

Getting back on my feet, I made my way towards the bath where a few other maids were waiting for me already as the intoxicating smell of roses became a part of the atmosphere. I got out of the bath smelling myself as the sharp scent of roses had deeply penetrated my skin. Water dripped down my fair skin as I stood up and walked away from the bath. When I was done with everything, I saw a maid bringing an extravagant light pink gown which had white butterflies and flowers decorated all over the bodice as the skirt was quite puffy and pretty. I noticed that Mrs.Hanzah tied the corset a bit tighter than usual. My hair was styled into a formal braided bun as I looked marvelous. Walking towards t

They distribute the dessert and we all enjoy it together. After saying good byes the children run of to their parents to enjoy some games and competition. While Rudra and I go for the puppet show. It was almost just before the sunset was completing we finally found something for my hair. A band of little daisies, from it some little strands are attached with small flowers of different colors running down it's length. Rudra likes it one look only and buys it. He puts it on a middle of my head so that the long strands will make it look like my hair are adorned by flowers.

I opened my own studio, and my days became full, vibrant, and happy. One night, Jordan stepped out of the shower, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on the small of his back. I leaned closer. It was a rose in full bloom—beside it, a little girl dancing. My fingertips trembled as I traced it, my eyes stinging. "I had it done when I was seventeen," he said softly. His gaze lowered to mine, eyes shimmering with starlight. "I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride."

They asked about management, contracts, availability — until one of them said, “We’ll assign you an internal manager to work with you as you have an important role in the movie, he or she will be your assistant till the contract ends, contract duration is two years, we will discuss renewing if you impress us after. I hesitated. “Actually, Could I bring someone of my own?” The man exchanged glances with the others. “That’s not our usual policy, Miss Celine.” Just as I was about to respond, another man leaned forward, flipping through my file. “Wait,” he whispered suddenly to the man beside him who looked like the boss “Wasn’t she recommended by Mr. Lucas Rodriguez?” The first man’s brows lift

* I came out of my memory with a tear rolling down my cheek, I quickly wiped it away. I was sitting in my desk chair because of course I'm at the club. I looked at my phone one more time, looking at my little roses profile. I made a promise to her right then and now, I will protect you this I can promise. Knowing how close she is to my club which has cameras all over it, I watched them very closely to make sure she was not harmed by the man that killed my dad.