The Rosie Project Novels & Stories

“I don’t…” “The dare is clear, Rosie,” Cassie said, not unkindly, but with an unyielding finality. She was back on her throne, but the throne was now stained, and her power was absolute. “A name. And a demonstration. You can use a pillow. Or… a volunteer.” Her gaze flicked, for the briefest moment, toward Brody, who was watching Rosie with a new, predatory interest. Rosie’s cheeks burned crimson. She wrung her hands in her lap. The room waited. It was Debby, her friend, who gave her a tiny, almost imperceptible nod of encouragement.

Rosie touches her agape mouth, likely trying to understand how she now has no voice. I move my hand in the same motion before, snapping, and giving her voice back to her before everyone bursts into laughter. "What are you trying to kill us?" Trish quips, smoothing out her pants and wiping the dirt from her knees. I know this wasn't Rosie's intention. Her intentions have always felt steady and pure, and for some reason, she was loyal to me. "No, I was trying to evoke fear so I could test out my ability to soothe each of you at the same time," Rosie frowns.

“I try to resort to violence with people as a last resort.” “A pacifist? That is a dying trait here,” Rosie said airily, looking up at the night sky, and seeing the two moons, one red, one white situated side by side. “I don’t see why more don’t try it,” Rex shrugged, finally noticing what Rosie was looking at.

Rosie was attracted to him ten years ago, when her father took the position of the duke of kastreg so at least that position alone is powerful, if this new damsel is gonna take her position she won't give up on Ben never! As long as she lives on Earth she would fight for her right. It's not like she doesn't know Andrea is his bethrothed, the moment they descended the stairs she had an hunch that she is the one. Ben always goes for the best. It's seems like her pretence to be meek is not effective enough. Now she has another plan in her sleeves..... Acting like a white lotus.. Rosie only has four months before the ceremony will take place. "What is your name?" Rosie asked smiling meekly.

Rose went near to him to find out why he was crying by sitting there. When she came near to him she asked him: " Hey, why are you crying?" The hair of Rose was still on her face and covered her face. He gave no reply to Rose and continued eating his rice and burger. The smell of the Chinese rice and chicken burger was so amazing and yummy that Rose did not control herself as she had been hungry from many days, she wanted to eat food with him. But she controlled herself and asked him again the cause of weeping and this time Rose touched his shoulder with her hand so that he would notice and said:

He stopped. "We'll just wait for her till she gets out and drop her home for now." He nodded. "Kaden, I need to talk to you. About certain someone I once worked for. I need your help in it" I look at him and nod. "We have to take care of this situation first" I said walking inside. "Who are we dealing with?" I asked, my eyes staring at Rose as she danced over the floor. My hands clenching in fist everytime she took something off her body. She never went nude. But her in a bikini was enough to send me off.

The secondary greenhouse looked like a dark glass tomb, completely still, but I knew Team Alpha was inside, tucked deep between the rows of tropical plants with their rifles cold and ready. I had not slept. The operations were too close to the line, and my mind was still buzzing with the heat from the master bedroom. The heavy study door clicked and swung open. I didn't reach for my gun. I knew her scent before she even stepped into the light of the desk lamp. Rodah walked in, fully dressed in a tight black sweater and dark jeans. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, exposing the sharp, stubborn line of her jaw. She didn't look tired. Her green eyes were bright, locked onto me wit

"Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!" - Thirty minutes later, Alfie rushed into the study, clearly panicking. "Mr. Garnett! We've searched the whole villa, but there's no sign of Ms. Smith! But… But…" John clicked his tongue, pursing his lips as he narrowed his eyes sharply. "But, what? Speak properly!" Alfie took a deep breath, and did his best to finish his sentence. "We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!"

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

On that night, she sat Marigold down and told her the whole story and why she had made the choices she had. Rosie had lost her mate at a young age before they had a chance to have any pups of their own. She had grieved him for a long time and lost her way drinking and partying to drown her sorrows and numb her scattered heart. Then, one night at a bar in the human parts of the White Creek town, Rosie met Drake, a charismatic older man, and after that night, they began a secret relationship. Their relationship only lasted a couple of months, but she found herself again during that time. But when Rosie told him about the pregnancy, he broke it off and told her to never speak to him again. She