The Rosie Project Novels & Stories

"I need to say my good-byes and then I will be ready." Without waiting I walked over to Rosie's shack she had built from egg cartons and all the plastic she could find. She swore that the Styrofoam and plastic made the best protection from all elements but I disagreed when I saw her ass sweating in the heat this last summer. "Rosie?" I knocked lightly. "I need a favor." She poked her cute little head out. She just dyed her short grey hair green and learned to spike it like our friend Ronnie did. "What's up, buttercup?"

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.

Patrick went downstairs and met Irene at garden, she was planting some seeds and transplanting some flowers. "Do you need help with that Mrs Ross?? Patrick asked as he rolled up his sleeves. "I wouldn't mind some help." Irene said with a smile Unlike her husband Kel, Irene loved to know people before she judged if they were good or bad. Patrick helped her plant some more seeds, watered some flowers and then removed some weeds. They really didn't do much, The Rosses already had a gardener but Irene still loved to do some gardening once in a while.

Rosie sings, waggling her eyebrows, “it seems you’re already planning something big and blockbuster-ing.” I roll my eyes, but my smile betrays me. “About that…” I murmur, reaching into my yellow tote bag. The familiar rustle of paper steadies my heartbeat. I hand her the thick stack. “I’ve been working on something totally different,” I confess, “and I think it’s worth something.” Rosie flips through pages, expression shifting from curiosity to confusion. At a particular paragraph, she pauses, brows scrunching. She looks up at me. “There’s no title.”

Izzie's voice yanked her out of her thoughts once again. Rosie quickly focused and grabbed the first black T-shirt she could find. As soon as she pulled it on, the oversized garment draped over her body like a loose dress, reaching halfway down her thighs. At least she was covered now. Glancing back towards the bed, she found Sebastian still sleeping peacefully. Relieved, Rosie quietly tiptoed past him and headed for the door. Her hand settled on the doorknob. Then she paused. Turning around, she looked at Sebastian one last time.

I need to be inside of her, filling her to the hilt with my cock as she screams my name from pleasure. I forcefully remove Rosie's mouth from dick before I push her to the ground on her back. Rosie shakes some of her hair out of face as she gives me a seductive look. I watch her for a moment, studying her features of soft ivory skin, dark ocean blue eyes sparkling with mischief and desire as she chews her light pink petal lips. Her thighs rub together with her anticipation. Unable to hold back I pounce on top of her, pushing my pants down a bit further for easier movement. I part her legs and notice she doesn't have panties on. That’s my good girl being prepared. I grab her waist and flip he

Rosie's face showed no emotions, she just looked like an emotionless Chinese doll with her thin lips. "I have the most important mission girl". Without hesitation or giving them more space to argue, she pointed on a seat then towards Karen who sat without complain. "Getting to hurt melissa suddenly would be a crime that you can go to jail for". She started. "What do you mean 'you'? Aren't you involved?" Karen frowned. "That's if I get caught" Rosie smirked "look girls, if we follow her with our rage we might end up killing her, so let's make it a plan to kill for".

“You have one month. In one month’s time, Aurora must be gone. His marriage must be over. Fail me, and you’ll kneel just like Anne.” Rosie’s breath hitched, but instead of fear, excitement flickered in her gaze. She straightened her shoulders, nodding once. “One month is all I need.” Red smiled at last a cold, victorious smile. “Good girl.” Anne let out a muffled sob, her body trembling harder on the ground. Red didn’t even look at her anymore. The game had shifted, and Rosie had just become her new weapon.

added Norma. Rosie shrugged and looked down at her manicured nails painted in red. "I figured that would be like killing two birds with one stone. I got rid of Blake and taught Ty a lesson." "What else?" asked Jess impatiently. "What else did you do?" "Guess," said Rosie with a wink. I stifled a groan and failed. "I'm tired of guessing. Tell us what you did, Rosie. No more games!" Cas looked down at Rosie and gave her a warning look. "Answer her."

added Norma. Rosie shrugged and looked down at her manicured nails painted in red. "I figured that would be like killing two birds with one stone. I got rid of Blake and taught Ty a lesson." "What else?" asked Jess impatiently. "What else did you do?" "Guess," said Rosie with a wink. I stifled a groan and failed. "I'm tired of guessing. Tell us what you did, Rosie. No more games!" Cas looked down at Rosie and gave her a warning look. "Answer her."