Bella X Rosalie Novels & Stories

said Roxanne as she placed a strawberry sheet mask on her face " If you called Alice , she might dress you up in an oversize tee with a shorts and call you the most beautiful woman - and believe me that will be truly unacceptable at your reception as the Luna for the first time " Rosalie hummed in agreement as Roxanne stood behind her appyling hair mask on her silver locks .Now , that she looked carefully , Roxanne was indeed quite beautiful , infact she was so beautiful that Rosalie felt that she was quite inferior to Roxanne in comparison . Not only her face value was incredible even her figure was quite enticing , if Rosalie was into woman maybe she might end up liking Roxanne too .

Rosella “You both know each other?” Elisa had her confused expression on whilst she looked in between us. “Uh.. kinda yes.” Adam said hesitantly. A smile forming on his face as he came forward to greet me but I stopped him midway. “Do I know you?” I blankly said as I crossed my arms over my chest. “Rose did you forget me?” He tilted his head. “Rose who? I’m Bella.” A flash of hurt passed through his face. Diverting my eyes, I looked infront of the wall that had a huge portrait of an old women. “Bella? You cant fool me, I know you’re Rose.” He took a step forward.

The Beast bow as Ella (Rosabella) curtsy, and the Beast goes away. Ella (Rosabella) looked around, and she picked a creamy white rose, a red rose, and a yellow rose. She knew that her stepsisters were in big-time trouble, and she stayed outside. Meanwhile, Luke stood in front of Ellie and Gemma as he glared right back at his stepdaughters. The Beast and the head of the household rushed into the room.

She decides to pretend to be occupied with her phone. Nothing like a hundred watchful gazes to make one uncomfortable in their own skin. Rosalie had a lighter complexion, compared to her father who had a stunning gingerbread complexion. She has neat brows arched above her round eyes. A freckle dotted above her left cheekbone, a straight nose, plump dark lips, a small chin and jaw. She wears her school uniform and a pair of white sneakers. Rosalie's shiny dark hair was fastened into a ponytail. Cole adored the white bow with a rhinestone sparkling; in its center, and pinned neatly to the base of her ponytail. Rosalie was like a princess…

The morning after the gala, Bella lingered in front of her mirror longer than usual. Her hair, still faintly scented with the delicate roses of the evening, fell softly around her shoulders. She traced the curve of her cheek, remembered the shimmer of the chandeliers, the murmurs of the onlookers, and above all, the sharp, unreadable gleam in Alexander Moreau’s eyes.

Bella introduced herself. She noticed how the girls cheeks turned instantly pink. "I know. I kind of idealise your work. You are extremely talented and not to mention beautiful" the girl said shyly. Bella smiled at her. "I am Rosalie, by the way" she added as an after thought. Bella's smile widened. She liked the girl. "Thank you Rosalie. You can contact me any time if you need help with the academics" Bella offered. The girls looked flustered and excited.

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

When I was done brushing and taking my bath, I changed into a pair of black leggings and a light blue sweater when I noticed the weather was a bit chilly. I packed my curls in a bun and left my room, nearly bumping into Anya. "Oh, dearie! I was just about to come and wake you up for breakfast!" she exclaimed with a cherry tone. "Good morning, Anya," I greeted the woman. "Good morning to you too. Follow me. I'm sure you must be starving," she said and turned to leave. "You have no idea," I mumbled and followed after her. "You haven't told me your name yet," she said to me. "Oh, I apologize. I'm Rosaline, but people call me Rose," I told her. she turned around to look at me and I felt a little

Lena screamed. Shit. “Henry?” Belinda called, staring at me. “Lena has a boyfriend, everyone!” Rosie screamed, with a carefree smile on her face. My gaze fixed on her. God, she looks so beautiful. “No I do not.” Lena growled. “I swear to God, Rosie. If I catch you.” Snap out of it Henry, she's coming your way. I gripped Belinda's arm then pulled her into the class, just as Rosie rushed outside the school building.

“You’d be surprised how many men do worse with good intentions.” I didn’t respond. I just got into the car and drove off. The drive home was quiet. Rose hummed softly to herself, pressing her nose against the window now and then. When we arrived, I lifted her into my arms and stepped inside. “Cole—” Bella’s voice broke. She rushed down the stairs, her face pale, eyes wide, and then she saw Rose. And she started crying. Full, silent tears streaming down her face. “Hi,” Rose said cheerfully. “You pretty.”