Sunshine Rosman Novelas e Histórias

His smile softened, “You chose me, sunshine. Not the other way around.” My brow furrowed in confusion. I chose him? When? How? I barely knew him! He leaned in closer, his voice dropping “Do you remember, six months ago? The man you helped bleeding at night?” My eyes widened remembering that night, I had tried to completely put it at the back of my mind. He pulled back just enough to meet my shocked gaze, “I am Luca De Rossi. The man you have saved, you chose me sunshine, you did.”

[Rosalynd] “Rosie! You are magical!!” Slone says slowly, grabbing me by the shoulders and shaking me with each word as we leave Evander’s house, new keys in hand. “You just want to see magic everywhere,” I assure her. “I’m just me, Rosie Reid. Nothing special here.” “I have been in this forest a THOUSAND times and not once have I found that trail.” She points to the dirt path that leads to Evander’s lush garden.

“The love I have for you runs deeper than any scar, Sunshine. During those two months when you were away, I saw the world only as detriment. And the only thing that kept me going was this… the realization that you were here… close to my heart. Forever. It gave me peace. And realization that whatever the world throws at us—you will forever be mine. And I? I have always been yours, Sunshine. No truce.” Rosealba’s cheeks stained as the tears rolled against her cheeks. Her lips stretched and she helped herself to smile between tears. “I am the luckiest woman…” Drystan shook his head negatively, brushing her cheeks with his touch. “No, Sunshine. I am the luckiest. Finding a woman whose light eras

The proprietary way his assistant looked at him was the only thing currently clear to me. “I’ll leave you two,” Rosie said with a gracious smile. “I’m sure you have a lot of catching up to do.” She Turned to Damian once more and put a delicate hand on his arm once more. “Call me if you need anything. I will come straight over.” “Thank you,” Damian murmured. The tall blonde clicked across the polished Italian marble in her elegant heels and entered the elevator. She smiled at Damon deviously as the doors closed.

Mason hung his head down once again. "Luna, it's okay. There's one thing I can do to fix this." I looked up at her. She had a questioning look on her face. "I, Alexandria Rivers, daughter to Beta Edward and Joyce Rivers, reject you, Mason Jackson, future Alpha of the Green Wood pack."

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

"Rose, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are a sweet, caring, and very smart woman. It will be an honor to marry you. Will you marry me?" Miller Robinson, one of the managers of ' Q SOL Software Solutions, and also the direct boss of Rose is now sitting on one knee while holding a ring in his hand. They both are surrounded by their colleagues.

I was already feeling his absence, but relieved at the same time as I deposited my purse in the dimly lit locker room, donned a lab coat and headed out to the floor. “Good morning, Dr. Reynolds,” Rosa said, handing me a chart, looking inconspicuously over my shoulder. “Who’s Mr. Smokin’ Hot?” “Lance Steel,” I answered coolly. “He’s a hospital benefactor.” I looked at the chart noncommittally as I slung a stethoscope around my neck. “What are you doing here, Rosa? Aren’t you off today?” “I wish,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Drake changed my schedule and I have to work.”

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

She smiled and asked, “What’s your name?” “Rosa Sykes” Her response left a smile on everyone’s face except Mr. Whyte who was getting spooked out by the Whyte family. “What’s your profession?” Cara asked again. “I’m a nurse” she responded. “Where do you come from?” “I’m from East fall” she answered. Cara gleefully walked back to her seat and sat down. “Are you still a nurse?” She asked. “I lost my license, I’m still unemployed”