Allie Rosenthal Novels & Stories

He really wanted this to be true because he had enjoyed the time spent with her. “No Wayne, I absolutely did not do this to spy on or trick you. I’m simply helping my friend, Jessica Ryan, out. She is the real Cinnamon; I’m just a poor substitute who needed to drink a bottle of scotch before I had the courage to function.” Rose replied with a wry smile. “Who are you then and what do you really do?” Wayne asked as he tried to wrap his head around the whole thing. “My name is Rose Cohen and I am a marketing executive. I work for Sage Poll Inc.”

Rosalie. There was loud applause. However, someone took a sharp breath when the spotlight hit my face. Everyone began whispering. "That..! Isn't that… Isn't that Whitney Summers, the dead bride of Eric Carter?!" "My gosh! Take some pictures! I can't believe she's still alive." Camera lights flashed all around me and Aiden. Aiden patted the back of my hand gently and made an announcement. "This is my fiancée, Rosalie. I hope everyone present can show her respect. Otherwise, the Jameses will not let this go easily.”

Still, she promised herself: I’ll do better tomorrow. That night, she went to bed early, determined to wake before anyone else and give her all. --- Dawn crept in, golden and still. Aliyah had barely finished getting dressed when the door to her room slammed open. Luna Rosetta. Aliyah froze. Rosetta stepped inside, uninvited, a cold smirk curling her lips. “I see you survived yesterday’s trial,” she said, voice laced with disdain. Aliyah didn’t respond. “I know you’re confident. You think Leo is on your side,” Rosetta continued, circling her like a predator. “But you don’t understand. I designed this contest. And only the one I choose will become his mate.”

Allison's Gambit Allison looked at herself in the mirror of her bedroom. The years had not been unkind to her, really, but the creases in the lines of her forehead said differently. She straightened her blouse and took a deep breath before she picked up the glossy business card lying on her dresser. "Sarah Goldstein, Executive Producer," it screamed, with a phone number embossed in gold.

Master Rockwell turned as pale as a sheet of paper while he shifted his attention back on forth between the expressions of Odell, Sylvia, and Isabel. His lips seemed to quiver like he had something to say, but no words were produced from him. Clarice had turned so white that it looked like she was going to faint. Her eyes were wide with disbelief. How could this be? Isabel Ross, the third-rate actor who should never deserve a place in the spotlight was the daughter of the chairman of the Carters of Westchester?!

"Please just don't run this time; I've many things that I would've liked to clear to you." I smiled, walking my way towards the address given by the waiter. God, how it has been since I last saw Rachel's face, her smile, the rose fragrance of her shampoo, the warm hugs, the food that she used to cook for me, so I could overcome my eating disorder, and most importantly Rachel, as how she was, sad yet smiling, hurt yet smiling no matter how bad the circumstances are for her, but always faces everything with a badass smile on her face. When I first met her at the restaurant I thought she was one of the silent, fragile, ones who needed support to overcome her nasty boss, but she surprised me per

—ALPHA HAWTHORNE’S POV— She reclined on the bed, draped in a pink, translucent nightwear that left little to the imagination, its design highlighting her flawless figure and accentuating her curves. Gently patting the spot beside her on the bed, she bestowed a smile upon me, her actions accompanied by the delicate scent of a rose I had tossed her way. Her deep, captivating black eyes seemed to beckon me, coaxing me to draw nearer, and I obliged, stepping forward with cautious yet purposeful strides.

Amelia Rosetti’s Diary Eleanor, my beloved sister, and doting daughter of the Rosetti family, had already left for her classes. She was an obedient, innocent soul, and a bookworm. She wanted to be a doctor. I was quite the opposite. I went to college seeking freedom. We weren't a normal family. Our father held the position of a boss. A title that was feared by most of the people. "We should be in class, Lia." Reina said, looking anxious. I understood she was responsible for my actions. Her father worked under my father. She had no right to question my decisions. It was my sister Eleanor who could question all my choices.

Juliet exclaimed as she did a high five with Aliyah and both ended up laughing like schoolgirls, “Girlllll! You are the baddest! You are the best! I can't believe you pulled this!” With a beam, Aliyah flipped her long hair with dramatic pride, “Well, I am Aliyah Malvern Kingsley for a reason!” “Yes, you are!” Juliet nodded her head in excitement. Aliyah turned to Roscoe, her husband's trusted man, “Roscoe, how is it going?”

Rogers. I held my hand out to Gale and he pushed off the wall moving forward, he stopped by my side holding my hand in his. Mother Pauline looked at our intertwined hands and then at me, I noticed Mr. Rogers attention turn to us and now that was enough to know I was going to be heard. "Mother " I whispered my voice still hoarse and talking was a bit painful since they were all here except Maggie it was the right time to say something. "This is Gale Hilton my fiance " I whispered, except from mother's shocked gaze I could feel Gale's adoration towards me surface.