Una Rosa Para Otra Rosa Novels & Stories

Rose has always had an expensive taste, a rare one at that, and she often ditches men she finds either too clingy or too arrogant, her standards high and unwavering. “Hello, ladies -” Just as we settle into the comforting rhythm of our conversation, Rafael joins us uninvited, his presence casting a shadow over our peaceful moment. “Are you here to have a conversation about babies and diapers?” Rose, ever the bold one, manages to handle his sarcasm with grace and composure, her sharp wit and quick tongue keeping him in check. “You don’t seem like the kind of woman who talks about diapers and baby bottles -” he winks. Despite Rafael's disruptive presence, the bond between Rose and me remains u

Rosa looked up, thoughtful for a moment as her gaze swept over the flowers again. She slowly raised one finger, shyly showing she wanted just one. The lady chuckled softly at her innocence. “Pick the one you like.” she encouraged. Rosa’s eyes lit up and she scanned the vibrant sea of petals in front of her. But then her lips pouted, she didn’t know Killian’s favorite color. Her fingers fidgeted slightly, unsure. That’s when she saw it. A single red rose in full bloom, its petals velvety and rich. Her gaze softened.

Xavier lifted his head up and looked at her sadly. "STOP CALLING ME THAT!! I AM NEITHER YOUR ROSEBUD NOR I AM YOUR WIFE!! NOR I AM A VALENTINO NOR I AM A KNIGHT, I AM ONLY ROSALINE!! DO YOU HEAR ME? I AM ONLY ROSALINE, NOTHING ELSE!!

Carlos stopped in front of an old-style villa. Pink roses were growing outside, and the lawn was meticulously maintained. He looked up at the first window on the second floor and willed the drapes to open. Alas, he was no magician, and they did not bend to his will. He sighed as he whispered his love’s name: “Crystal….”

A joke to myself. “All done.” I smiled at her, and handed her a cloth to wrap around her till Theodore was back. Go to Jamira’s room, and wait. Theodore will be back soon with clothes.” She nodded okay, and walked to the room. I notice she doesn’t really fight back much. I would have to give her some time to know she can say no, and ask for stuff. That she doesn’t have to do something she doesn’t want to. I went down the stairs and brought Rosalita up next. I was not going to be surprised this time. Unlike her sister, she got undressed easily, and got in the tub with no encouragement. She was definitely brave. She did not even hide her body. She looked no better than her sister. If anything…

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. "Crescent." she moans lowly. That is a switch to something so carnal deep within me. I ravage her nipples and breasts like a starved man. Satisfied by my work on her breasts, I trace a finger down her torso while I kiss her. I am not surprised to find her wet and ready.

“Friends and families discount.” Ollie paid the florist and then put the box of lilies inside his backpack before he plucked a single red rose from one of the shelves to his left. “Here.” He placed the rose in my hand. “It matches your hair.” Then Ollie turned around and walked toward the door without waiting for me while I stood there with my cheeks turning the same shade of red as the rose in my hand.

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a