The Story Of Rose Novel Novels & Stories

Her face is also good looking, the left side is rubbed, the eyes of the pigeon are large round plus the cheeks are dimpled, the height of 1m6 does not count as too low overall is so lovely that twenty-three blue spring has not loved a single person. In fact, someone noticed her, but finding out for a while was nowhere to be found, there was always an unintended problem. Like the 11th grader who had a friend at the table who noticed her, the two also talked happily as if there would be a happy ending but suddenly a new girl moved to notice him, attacked so intensely that the two of them became a couple, and the girl who was a best friend could only stand next to congratulate inside only jealo

Rose asked. "What... no no i haven't fought with anyone..... actually I haven't told you this... but I am here on a scholarship... and.." I was explaining her everything when suddenly she cut me off "Oh... I see if okay if you're poor. I know you are very kind hearted" she replied getting my story in a wrong way. I wanted to say her everything... but the thought that she'll hate me like everyone else does scared me, so I decided to let the things be as they were. "Will you help me rose?" I asked her again. lOf course I will. I know some shops which are near our school we can go their and ask if you're free tomorrow." she said looking at me. The thought of getting a friend who could help you

A few days later. Rose had significantly recovered from her trauma thanks to Matthew. Now she was sitting in the library, reading books as she usually would on a normal day. The book she was reading was titled: King of Chaos, The Scarlett King. The contents were about the characteristics of Leviticus Scarlett, his life story, his uprising and his end. Details including his family and empire were also written. Rose had the past few days learning about it. The door squeaked open and Matthew entered the library. He looked at the wall where the paint was not really matching in colour to the rest of it. Then he walked towards the table where Rose was sitting.

Rose leaned over, her voice so low that only I could hear it, “I don't care who you are right now. I only care about money. As long as you give me enough money, I can even tell you how many moles are on Elena's inner thigh.” “You can start now, and I am listening,” I ordered another black coffee, and I had one morning to listen her story. “Where do you want to start?” asked Rose. “From the first day you met her. Please try to get to the point.” “Let me think about it.” Rose lit another cigarette, looked over my shoulder and thought for a few seconds before she began her story.

Weapons that required no gun, no muscle…only patience and precision. When her eyes blurred from the print, she pushed the book aside and walked to the balcony. The late afternoon sun washed over the stone, the air thick with the scent of lemon trees from the garden below. Somewhere in the courtyard, men’s voices echoed. Rose curled her fingers against the railing. She wasn’t going to stay here. She wasn’t going to surrender to their rules, their rituals, their false smiles. She would find a way out. And when she did, she wouldn’t just leave. She would take everything from them.

* Those words Rose wanted to hear from her mom,those words of care,motivations and inspirations to do more,,those words,those hugs,she was getting it from Sophia. Rose immediately dropped the novel in her hand,Sophia got her the novels when she discovered Rose doesnt go out,just to kill her boredom so she bought her number of novels and even created a small library in an empty space in Rose's room but Rose prefer reading on her bed,,such life right? She wore her flip flops,she was just putting on a singlet and a bum short. She opened the door and walked out,she went straight to Sophia's room. She knocked but got no answer so she opened a little and took a glance in,she saw Sophia sitting on

Rose was so caring. She cared so much for her sisters. She basically gave up all of her dreams to take care of them. She wanted them to have a good life. She even gave herself to me so that they could live peacefully. It made me love her even more. Love! It still seemed unreal that I could love someone. Once I was sure she was all the way sleep I got out of bed quietly and left the room. I went down to my main office to find that Jacob and Alice were already there waiting for me. I had some of my men look into Rose. That was how I knew that she dropped out of school. I also knew that she worked two jobs to take care of her sisters while her alcoholic father gambled all of her money away. "Ho

she whispered, her voice low but firm, “but I won’t die at your hands, Casandra. I’ll make you regret ever stepping on me.” Her hands clenched tight, knuckles turning white. “You can destroy me in front of the world… but I’ll rise again. On my own terms.” --- Outside, the rain poured heavily over the city. And from the dim apartment window, Rosemary stood tall — no longer a victim, but a woman reigniting the fire of resistance within her. Far away, Adrian stared at a picture of her on his phone. He murmured, “Hold on, Rose. I’ll clear your name. For you.”

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

TYSON Rose begins her life’s story and all of the instincts that reside within me are telling me to stop her. Stop her from talking by kissing her and letting her know she is treasured. But I don’t. I need to know what happened to her. What made her into who she is today. She has told me she didn’t have siblings or living parents. I didn’t know that she had been an orphan as a child. That is hard for anyone so young.