Novel & Cerita Corazon Rosinante

You want Rola as your mat—. ‘GODDESS BLAST IT, I WANT YOU AS MY MATE!’ The Alpha smashed a fist in one of the wooden crates and shiny red rubies of fruits spewed like a fountain of candy. ‘YOU! ROSE CINTILAR—YOU’RE MY MATE! I WANT YOU!’ ‘NO, YOU DON’T!’ I screamed, tears pouring down non-stop.

As they sped off, I saw Rosalina Russo shoot me an angry look through the window. Weirdly enough, her anger sent my blood in a hot rush and settled straight in my groin. What is that girl doing to me? I couldn't resist the temptation of Rosalina Russo's alluring charm. Be it her hot anger, or her wanton smile. Being a daredevil, I saw her as a challenge I simply had to conquer. Someday, bella I will make you mine. ***

I nodded my head again feeling a twinge of pity in my heart, she sounded kind of frustrated and seemed to really need the scholarship, it's a good thing that there are ten available slots for applicants though, because I still wanted to win badly. She was still staring at me, obviously expecting me to say something “Sorry about that” I eventually opted for “I hope we both get two of those slots” and as an afterthought added “I'm Leila Adams” She laughed quietly “Yeah, I hope so too” “I like you” she added “You're quiet straightforward, you say what's on your mind the way you think it, it's nice”

A wicked smirk planted itself on his face, and before I could react he had both his hands on my shoulders and pinned my body down to the bed. "You asked for another chance right?" He asked, lowering his face to mine till we were merely inches apart. The dimly lit room was illuminated by a lonely scented candle that hung on the chandelier above us. And though the room wasn't bright, his crimson red eyes were incredibly hard not to notice. How could a human's eye be the same as the color of blood? As I parted my lips to speak, he brought his face to the side of my neck and kissed it passionately. A cold shiver ran down my spine, as I wriggled my toes, caging the feeling that enveloped me.

' I pursed my lips to refrain from crying. "Mia, I'm sorry if I'm hurting your feelings. I mistakenly believed that there was love between us when there was only infatuation. I thought we were in love because you were the only girl who caught my attention after Sofia. However, now that Sofia has returned, I realised we weren't in love because I still love her. Mia, I don't even want to hurt you; all I want is to be with her once again and finish the unfinished chapter of our love story. What should I do?"

I glance towards the crowd, my eyes looking for Elis but I don't see any sign of him except for Elliot and Fiore. Elliot and Fiore continues to smile at me. ''Do you, Rosalyn, pledge to share your life openly with one another, and to speak the truth in love? Do you promise to honor and tenderly care for one another, cherish and encourage each other, stand together, through sorrows and joys, hardships and triumphs for all the days of your life?'' The priest turns to look at me while I continue to look at the crowd; causing some of them to whisper.

“Choose me to bear your pups instead, not some stranger.” Pain flashed across his face. “I am choosing you.” A bitter laugh escaped me. “It doesn’t feel that way.” He pulled me into his embrace before I could step away. “You are my mate and you are my Luna. No one can take your place.” I wanted desperately to believe him. So I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against his chest. “I don’t want to lose you.” I whispered. “You won’t.” His answer came without hesitation. “I promise.”

I stopped myself from going too far and quickly stuttered, “Can we just… get the certificates already?” He flashed me a casual smile, and I turned crimson all over again. I looked away before he could notice, my heart hammering in my chest. I began to wonder if I was the only one who still remembered that night. He didn’t mention It. His eyes were unreadable—calm, cold, and utterly impossible to read. I stepped forward, signed my name on the small red certificate, and swore my vows. Just like that, I became a married woman. Mrs. Rodriguez.

She met his eyes; the golden-crimson orbs looked completely different. The lust in his eyes and the messy hair made him look dangerously beautiful. She gulped and lowered her hand. The creaking sound of the bed made her attentive. Husen stood in a sitting position. Massaging his forehead, he stood up and walked towards her. She took a step back until she hit the table behind her. Coming closer, Husen placed his hands on the table on either side of her. She raised her eyes to face him.

The cot creaked beneath them, too loud in the silence, and neither of them cared because the palace had already heard everything, already believed everything, and the only thing left was this the honesty of bodies that knew each other completely. Cassian entered him slowly, carefully, watching his face for any sign of pain or hesitation, and Daemon gasped at the stretch of it, the fullness, the specific rightness of being opened by someone who loved him. Not as king. Not as political asset. Just as man. Just as Daemon.