Those Rosie Days Novels & Stories

VANESSA I opened the plate, rice with Banga sauce stared back at me. Today was egg and diary product day. I had a food schedule that I followed to the letter. On Monday, I had pushed the food away from me and stood up quickly. That turned out to be a mistake,because I felt so dizzy that I nearly plummeted foreword. I clutched the wooden chair for support, my legs felt numb.

~Two Weeks Later~ Izabelle held Rosie's hand as they walked around the shopping mall together looking for what to shop. It was a Saturday and everywhere was slightly crowded because this was mostly the day in a week that one has the time to do things like this. Shop and have fun. The rest of the week were working days. Things have been perfect these past few weeks and Izabelle could see themselves moving forward together in life. Their family has been living fine since she agreed to date Marcel.

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

Not after everything that happened. “What did you ask sweet cheeks?” Rosco asked gently as he stepped closer to her. “I don’t want you guys to leave.” Rosalie gently said as she looked to the ground. Her hands found the edge of her shirt. As she did her shirt started to disappear. Rosco and Chris both looked at it in shock. Rosalie looked up at them as tears began to fall. She knew she was only wishing they stayed. She figured they hated her and where ready to be away from them. “Sorry just forget I said anything.”

I rasp painfully. I unzip the dress lowering it off her body. I have seen her half naked times before but her body never ceases to amaze me. She is very beautiful. I thank God the dress is braless because when I notice her perky dusty rose nipples calling out to me, I don't waste time.

I could recognize that sarcastic, deadpan laugh anywhere. Rosie sauntered into the room, and David filed in behind her. His eyes flicked to me. I thought everyone had gone home. And this was an odd pairing. Plus, what were they laughing about? I knew that David already had his suspicions about me and Callan. I could see it on his face every time the three of us were in the same room. "Oh, evening boss," Rosie said. She grabbed a package of tea from the drawer by the fridge. "Don't you know it's bad for you to consume so much coffee in a day? Especially in the evening."

The silence in the room stretched until footsteps clicked against the marble behind them. Rhoda’s daughter, Rosie, stepped inside. Unlike Anne, Rosie carried herself with confidence, her beauty sharp and deliberate. She wore a crimson dress that hugged her figure, her hair moving in waves over her shoulders. She didn’t bow. She didn’t tremble. She only smiled faintly, as though she had been waiting for this moment. Red’s eyes flicked to her, narrowing in consideration. Then, slowly, her expression shifted from anger and hardening into something far more dangerous.

~ROSE~ It all started on my twenty-first birthday. The day that was supposed to be full of laughter, cake, and peace,turned into the beginning of my nightmare. We didn’t throw a big party it was just me, Mom, and Dad, I never had friends anyway I was always that quiet, fragile girl everyone in school called “weak.” I got used to it, or at least I thought I did. That evening, Mom kept watching me like she was waiting for something to happen.

Chapter 4 - Red Wedding. Rosie pov Today was my wedding day. I was getting married against my will. I swallowed hard, keeping my head tilted back to ensure the tears wouldn’t split and stain the thick layer of makeup they’d plastered onto my face or the emotions choking me, but I couldn't let them out—not with the team of women parading around me, watching my every move and correcting me to be an ‘obedient wife to her husband’. They had been here for a week, fitting me into dresses and bathing me in products I’d never thought I would ever use in my life.

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."