The Rosie Project Novels & Stories

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

Maybe I do need a trim, it would be easier to travel with short hair. The salon wasn’t like the other stalls. The other stalls had booths and rooms that looked like it was served for that main purpose. The salon was just a very long hallway. There were white plush chairs positioned facing giant mirrors, behind the chairs were baskets that collected the cut hair. By the walls were more propaganda about the Sisters of Selene, their mission, their vision. There were even poorly developed pictures of their charities and donations given to people beyond Azure. There was also a small poster that said the cut hair will be turned into wigs and given to those kids who were suffering extreme illnesses

" Rosie blinked, clearly surprised he would defend me. She nodded obediently, but a glint of cold jealousy flashed deep in her eyes. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she pouted, "Once I'm better, can we finally have our bonding ceremony? I can't wait to become your Luna." Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she added thoughtfully, "Oh, right. Tessa knows you best and has great taste. Why don't we let her plan our ceremony?" His expression softened. He patted her head indulgently. "Alright, whatever you say." The next few days, I was buried in paperwork for the warzone healer program I was joining. I left early and came home late. Even though we were under the same roof, I didn't r

I wouldn’t be selfish when it comes to her. “We love the proposal, Callan. I will send you over the paperwork, and we can move forward.” Rosie said as the conference room cleared. She had come to my firm knowing I would help her and the company she works for build a new development of houses in the area for low-income families. No one should ever have to sleep rough. “Thanks, Rosie, can I talk to you in private?” “Of course, my office is over here.” I followed behind her, closing the door behind myself. Rosie sat at her desk watching me with a coy smile on her lips.

No Problem I would do that R0se responded. Rosaline, I wish we keep the project secret between the two of us ok? Ok, I hear sweetheart Rose responded. Is whose duty to go to the authorities concern for all the necessary registration and documentation? Any one of us can do. But I will take them up. Thank you. Douglas one last thing, don’t you think those destroyer’s sect would not have allowed us to have the smooth operation once the project start. I learned they have caused massive destruction at the beach after we have left the place.

I knew he wanted me, and he was using me to get to her. I was furious. “Dismissed,” I barked, and Marco ducked out of the office. I hunted down Selena in the kitchen. “What is it?” she asked, “Alpha, you look upset.” “Rosie’s been taken by the Rogue King,” I growled, in no mood for her soft, seductive tone, “We need to rally all our warriors. It’s time to end this.” I didn’t want it to be like this. I wished we had more time to plan our attack. But with Rosie’s fate uncertain, I knew there was no more time. We couldn’t afford to waste a single moment.

The hall quietened, the silence hanging like a thick veil - almost as if everyone had suddenly held their breaths on wisp. The red - haired male stepped forward, reaching out for the bouquet of roses. His eyes filled with silent contemplation as he stared at the blooming,fresh roses and then at Dylan's expecting eyes. Without another thought he tossed the roses to the ground, trampling on them with his shoes tilled their petals scattered around in the dust. Gasps rippled through the halls, a clear expression of shock from the watching bystanders. "Dylan, how many times must i have to turn you away and how many times must you embarrass yourself in public like this?. You know.....", Simone pau

“Unfortunately, Miss Rosie sent a message. She tried to overdose on pills. She’s currently in the emergency room.” I was silent for a moment, processing the news. Rosie—always desperate for attention. No, she wasn’t just seeking attention; she was demanding it. Just earlier, she had threatened Hyacinth, vowing to ruin her image. I suspected she’d soon release whatever she had, though I still didn’t have the final copy she held.

"What was her survival rate?" Silas hesitated. "She was only in stage three. You're terminal. It's different." "They donated 30 million to your research fund," I said, fixing my eyes on him. "Is that what makes it different?" His face darkened. "Chloe, how can you think of me like that? I developed this drug for you." Seeing the righteous look on his face, I suddenly laughed. "Silas, do you even remember how I got this illness in the first place?"

Daisy leaned in and whispered frantically into my ear, “Let’s go back. This is Rosie. If she gets out of here, the first man she’ll try to seduce is Prince Lucian. She’s dangerous.” Rosie didn’t even flinch. “I can vow that I will not use my skills on Prince Lucian. I will give you my loyalty. If I ever look at your mate with a bad eye, may the goddess strike me dead.” “You took a vow in the name of your god,” Daisy reminded her, voice shaky. “I did,” Rosie said simply. I exhaled, then nodded. “I accept your condition.” Rosie smiled like a queen who had just acquired a new kingdom.