Sunshine Rosman Novels & Stories

"I don't like sarcasm." Anthony smiled, his eyes warm and welcoming. "Good. I don't either." Rosie felt much calmer now. She looked down at her phone, opening the Uber app. "You don't have to stay out here," she mumbled quietly. "Tam will be out here soon. She just wanted to give Zach a piece of her mind." Rosie looked away from her phone screen, instead looking down at the sidewalk. She sighed softly, shutting her eyes for a moment.

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 paused, choosing her words, “–before things got complicated.” Something moved across her face. “She was the one good memory from a time that didn’t have many of them.” I sat up slowly. Looked at Rosa. “He called her little sunshine,” Rosa said. A small smile. “You. He called you little sunshine.” I didn’t say anything. Because what was there to say to that. I pressed my fingers to my mouth and looked at the window and felt that cracking feeling in my chest from this morning come back, wider now, something genuinely trying to push through it.

Intimate. Almost half and hour later, the knock on the door was soft but purposeful, and within seconds, Matthias was already walking over to open it. A woman in her late forties stepped in, polished in a crisp navy blouse and carrying a leather medical bag that looked far too elegant to be standard issue. She introduced herself simply as Dr. Yasmine, with the calm, assured voice of someone who had done this hundreds of times before. No white coat. No sterile hospital smells. Just a quiet presence that immediately put the room at ease.

Justin is totally serious now. I sigh and rub my hand over my face. “Her name is Rose. She is a mail clerk at The Tower, and she waits tables at Patty’s Diner. I realized she was my mate maybe a minute before the bomb went off. We haven’t even spoken to each other yet. And she is human.” “Oh fuck, man! I’m sorry.” “What the fuck do you mean, ‘sorry’? Are you saying she is less than because she is human?” I get angry really quick at the implication.

she smiled but she wasn’t looking at Rain, she was looking at Alexander. “I’ll lead the way,” the woman even had deep dimples in her cheek when she smiled, she also looked like she knew the kind of effect she had on the people around her. “I’m Rosa Valentine,” she said even though no one fucking asked her for her name. “I’m the manager, the second I heard that you were having a meeting in our humble establishment, I took it upon myself to welcome you personally and see to it that everything will be to your liking,” Great, she was also an ass kisser.

"Pennsylvania? Pittsburgh?" A woman's voice on the other end of the phone shouted in disbelief. "Yes!" She replied certainly. Her smile was vague but there was a hint of contentment and relief on her face. She looked fresh with only light make up on and her wavy, golden hair tightly tied in a high ponytail. Round shaped earrings hanging on each of her earlobes sweetened her look. Taya, at the moment, walked along the side of the street, her appearance was casually beautiful with a ring sling hanging on her shoulder. Her sneakers completely comforted her each step instead of her stiletto. While holding her phone on her ear, she kept reassuring her concerned mom.

I need to recover and sync my cloud messages. **** The setting of the Rosa Del Mid-year Awards has to be the most beautiful place in the world. The lightning and decor are world-class. We take photos on the red carpet and sign autographs for fans. Co-authors, entrepreneurs, actors, and other personalities in the entertainment, art, and business industries greet us. "Ryan!" Someone calls from behind. We both turn around. Ryan looks shocked. "Wes! Where have you been, man?" He apparently knows the tall dude with hairy hands because they side-hug and pat each other's shoulders.

I carefully watched her standing in front of me in a velvet-like clothing, underneath a long black coat with silver wreath trimming. Her eyebrows immediately shoot up upon seeing my anxious face, "You're finally awake. Are you feeling better?" she asked. I nod, swallowing hard, obviously still shaken up after what happened, the images of which are still fresh in my mind, "I think so." "Well, before I explain things to you, I'm Rosina Elleanor Stowne, you can call me Ms. Rose, and I'm the Headmistress of Rozbite Lustro Academy." The name surprisingly didn't elevate the anxiety in my head. "You were badly injured when we saw you that's why we brought you here to be treated."