Alexandra Roselyn Novels & Stories

DUNEDIN, NEW ZEALAND Though her eyes were on her book, Alexandra Stewart, known simply as Alex to close friends and relatives, knew Mr. Hot-Choc was still watching her. Perhaps he wanted to sit next to Mary St. Clair, which wouldn’t surprise her at all. Her ex-classmate from high school was popular with everyone. Her catwalk figure, dark-brown curls, and bright-blue eyes stole the tongues right out of the mouths of the boys. You could say she was perfect, almost. If only she didn’t act like such a bitch, thinking everyone was beneath her and that no one else was as deserving of her perfect life.

Unafraid. Not kneeling. Not bowing. Just… observing. One steps forward. A woman. Tall, silver-haired, her presence sharp but measured. She radiates absence—like something important was deliberately removed from her. She inclines her head slightly. “Rory of Midnight.” I don’t like that she knows my name. “You crossed into my territory,” I say evenly. She smiles faintly. “No. We crossed into uncharted territory.” Ethan’s hand brushes mine. Ready.

"Anything else I can help with?" "Yes. I'd like a delicate white-gold chain for my daughter, with her name in tiny diamonds." "Of course! What's her name?" Alexandra smiled as she closed the box. "Marina. My daughter's name is Marina." She left and went straight to a high-end tailor shop. She found the perfect dress and complementary accessories, then walked through the bustling city. The new season of rally championships was kicking off again—and with that, the moment she'd been preparing for over a year had arrived.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

Afterward, she headed to the sink and washed her hands. "Congratulations on your engagement," a voice said beside her. Amelia turns her sunset eyes to the voice. A girl with blonde hair was smiling as she congratulated her. The girl had features befitting of a model. She was undoubtedly beautiful. There was an air of elegance and confidence around her that complimented her face. "Thank you" Amelia replied as she thought that the girl in front of her was really beautiful. "My name is Calia Rostell. Nice to meet you, Amelia" Calia said and offered her hands.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

He thought that his boss already lost his mind. While in the hall. Alex is also good in modelling because while she studied in college she was always yhe school representative for beauty pagent because of her beauty. So she knows how to walk the cat walk and how to pose as a professinal model. when its time for them to go out of the stage. The gay director was so facinated to alex beauty so she ask alex to be the main and last model which the other girl envy. Well she is the most beautiful model ibe ever seen commented by the gay director.

"I know about your secret place. Eleanor is there now, finishing your girl slowly and painfully." "Nobody will hurt her!" I scream and wrap my arm around his neck to choke him. "Adrian, step aside." Candice, one of the witches from the Supreme Court, appears out of nowhere. I know better than questioning the ability of a witch from the Supreme Court. I do as I'm told and in a matter of seconds Tyler is sliced in two. She used a forbidden spell on him. As much as I wanted to kill him myself, I know that she gave him a painful death; more painful than what I can do.

I asked for the tenth time. She rolled her eyes “no, we have to find the perfect dress and I know someone who can help” she pulled out her phone and talked to someone. “who was that?” I asked. She grinned ‘wait and see”. there was knock on the door and Rose came in ushering in a guy, he was tall, with chocolate skin, black hair and brown eyes. “Camila, this is Jason, my husband , Jason Camila” Kylie introduced. I almost choked on my saliva at the word husband. She was married? She looked so young, I didn’t even figure that she was engaged much more married.

she answered getting up, "Besides, it's spring, you can use them without roasting like a chicken, you have beautiful legs and they look very long even with your short height, a loose top and you will be pure dynamite." She gave me a greenish top and I was about to put it on when she stopped me in horror. “Please tell me what I see is not a sports bra, because I will kill the person who bought it.” "Well, Alex told me...” "Alex is a fucking hypocrite,” she interrupted, "Fortunately for you and unfortunately for him, they brought me a section of lustful and scarcely woven underwear from La Perla." “Oh, Alex took me there on Monday, but he pulled me out when I asked about a strange piece of clo