Bella And Rosalie Novels & Stories

Belle pulled out her phone from her purse to see who had interrupted her awesome moment with Ronnie. “Anything important? He asked her. “No, it’s just my friends checking in”. She said. He opened the car door and Belle got into the car. He also got in after her and they drove off. Belle kept thinking about their hot fiery kiss all through the car ride to her house. When they got to her house, the car stopped. Ronnie got out of the car first before opening and holding up the door for Belle to step out. “What a sexy gentleman he is” she thought to herself.

I took three hurried steps and lowered myself down onto the seat, still keeping my eyes locked on hers. Her face was still covered in different shades of blues and I could see pain in the back of her eyes. Her long hair was matted with dirt and dried blood, but I could see that it was a beautiful deep blonde colour. She lowered her eyes at my stare making my stomach flip, and I found myself hoping that I hadn’t made her feel uncomfortable. “What is your name?”, I whispered, frightened that my voice would break if I spoke any louder. She looked up at me again, “Arabella.”

I may have sat there for an hour or so when I felt a tap and a rug, I stumbled to my feet immediately, looking wildly around It took a minute for me to recognise my surroundings . “What the fuck are you doing here?” Rosaline shot out, she was no longer in her dance outfit, she was wearing a jean short skirt, a silver bralet with jean jacket. Her feet were covered with heeled wedge sandals that had ropes crisscrossing almost up to her knees with little bow things on it I did not miss her usual array of bangles covering her wrists , and her beautiful hair that I always dreamt of running my fingers through since that night packed up in a pony tail

STARTING FROM CHRIS HUNTER, RAYN STONE, AXEL LOCKWOOD AND THEN ROSALIYA STAVROS. ______________________________________ Rosaliya: I am Rosaliya, Rose for short with my hazel eyes and dark brown hair. I'm currently 22 year's old looking for a job ,I have completed my bussiness studies and lookin for a job. So coming back to the point my current situation is a total mess cause I shifted to new york last week. Now i have to arrange my house over the weekend even look for a job and my besties are nowhere to be seen .

Before I could clear the threshold of the front door, a sharp movement at the top of the stairs caught my eye. Rodah was standing by the balustrade, her fingers gripping the polished wood until her knuckles were white. The dark silk robe was tied loosely around her waist, exposing the smooth, flushed skin of her neck and chest. Her green eyes weren't filled with the terrified submission most women would show during a cartel hit. They were furious. She was angry at the intrusion, angry at her own vulnerability, and deeply sobered by the realization that her defiance had kicked off this entire avalanche. The raw, aggressive chemistry between us was still there, vibrating through the open space

“I think this conversation is done, so I’ll be going.” “Done?” I repeat. “But what about my...” “Rosalie and I will be returning to Moon Storm without your men since her name will be known by many. Just do me a favor and keep her safe during Bernard’s party.” [Rosalie’s POV] I lay quietly, rubbing the heads of Landon and Geo, who sleep soundly against me. It was amazing just how quickly they fell asleep after I turned on a movie, trapping me in place, but I had to admit I didn’t mind it entirely.

"For the record, I like your hair down." Before she could answer, he had reached for her ponytail and pulled the band away, letting it cascade down her back. "Zane..." she gasped before he slowly cupped her face again. This time, he held a handful of her hair, too, his shoulders pressing together as he slowly leaned to her. "Happy birthday, Jasmine." The words hit her lips, and she moved closer,bher eyes shut tight. "Thank you," she whispered right before he kissed her.

The moment she saw me or rather her, she stopped, her eyes widened, her hand flying to her chest. “Rose… what is this?” Mom’s voice trembled. “What’s with all the makeup and that… dress? Where do you think you’re going at this time of the night?” Blaire stood, turning around slowly like a model on a runway. She wore a short, black, strapless gown that clung to her curves and left little to imagination. Even I would’ve blushed seeing myself like that. “Ta-da-da-dah!” Blaire sang, her tone playful but cruel. “This is not your lovely daughter Rose, woman. So please, move out of my way.”

Elara raised her hand and lightly tapped Rosalie's cheek. The gesture instantly silenced Rosalie. "Why you!" Rosalie's temper flared. "Rosalie, why is the perfume you're wearing attracting so many bugs? Ugh! There are black flies all over your hair!" Elara pretended to brush at Rosalie's head. "There are so many bugs crawling on you! How terrifying!" Hearing this, Rosalie immediately felt her scalp itch. She began patting her own hair and asked Paisley, "Are there bugs in my hair?"

"Can you two stop fighting" Rosa yelled at the twins. "Funny of you to say that" Bella spoke, turning back to face the mirror, dressing her hair and filling it with artificial flowers. To bella, it was weird to have Rosa around, she was married but her father still found some way to control her actions "You're literally making a mess" Emilia yelled at her twin sister "that's because you do not respect my privacy!" " what privacy?!" They all turned to Elisa and giggled.