Those Rosie Days Novels & Stories

Roman was smiling at her “How was your day?” He asked. Why would he asked that immediately she heard that question, hot tears pulled in her eyes. Roman was so confused as her tears increased his face hardened. “What happened to you, Rose?” He asked. He left her this morning really bubbly so coming back to her being this way angered him. “Who do i need to kill? Talk to me, what happened?” He asked and she sobbed all the more, hugging him tightly like her life depended on it.

The next few weeks passed by in the same dreadful pattern - Karl leaving early each morning for work and not returning until well into the night, while I spent endless vacant days alone, cooped up inside binge-watching TV shows and chatting with loved ones to fend off the creeping loneliness and despair. "Lavinia...I think I'm in love," Rosie's dreamy, wistful voice made me gape in shock through the phone line. Rosie had been my closest friend since childhood, and her falling in love with someone was essentially a modern miracle, given her track record of rapidly cycling through flings and casual boyfriends.

, I begged in-between laughter and tears. "That's not good enough rose" he smirked, flashing his beautifully dimpled cheeks at me. "Mom! Dad!! Help..Please..Royce stop!! I'm sorry." I begged, writhing underneath him like a worm. "Whose the boss Roselle??" he asked shooting me an evil grin. "You are. You're the boss Royce..please stop" I begged trying to pry his fingers off my ribs. "I can't hear you" he shouted, feigning to be deaf

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

This is her second day in this house and this is the rare time she has, to admire the place. To be honest, She is beyond grateful to this husband of hers because if not for him she may be one of the beggars on the street of Mover City now. Rosie comes into my room unexpectedly with a maid's uniform in her hand. I was about to greet her good morning but the ways I see it and the way she arrived she is here to ruin my day! So never mind. "Since you are already awake, let me give you this!" She hostilely handed me the clothing that same as hers. Maids Uniform! I was shocked, I don't want to deal with negativity early today but I was so unlucky!

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

She jerked awake before dawn, gasping. Tomorrow was gala day. *** By six p.m. the mansion pulsed with silk gowns and whispered conspiracies. Crystal chandeliers turned champagne into molten gold. Inés floated among guests, tray balanced, smile welded in place. Alonso worked the room like a favorite son. Alejandro lingered at the edges, predator-still. Thiago? Absent so far. Halfway through the event, Alejandro’s gaze snagged hers across the ballroom. Steel met flint. He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning.

I wanted her. Another night turned into another day, still insatiable. We stayed consumed in the world of just us, with no outside interference, for another night and another day after that, but I knew our isolation couldn’t last for ever. I was having a cigarette by the window on morning number nine as Rosie typed in her regular message to her mother. She was conveying how she was having such a good time with Jenny that she’d not come home yet. How lovely it was to have a new friend, away for days at a time, exploring the country.

Our cab had already arrived, so we got in and headed straight for Reno’s Boutique — one of the biggest in New York. I’d only heard about the place from Marielle, but stepping inside was something else entirely. The glass walls gleamed, the scent of expensive perfume filled the air, and designer dresses shimmered under the warm lights. I ran my fingers across one of them, smiling a little for the first time in days. Tessa and I started browsing through the racks. When we reached the trousers section, I picked a few to try on — and that was when I saw her. Marielle. She was clinging to Adrian’s arm like her life depended on it, laughing too loudly, too sweetly. The moment her eyes met mine, he

Caleb stood up and held her hand. Daisy looked at the ring on her finger. She then looked at the flowers in the room. Her eyes welled up with tears. Before she could stop herself, tears rolled down her cheeks. Caleb reached up and gently wiped them away without saying a word. "I want this too," Daisy said hoarsely. Caleb pulled her into his arms and held her tightly. "The wedding is in ten days," he said. Daisy looked up at him. "Okay." Sunlight streamed through the windows and spilled warmly across the floor.