Novel & Cerita Draw Rosalina

I say slowly, eyeing her. Now that I was getting a better look at her and she wasn’t bent over Diego’s desk with her face contorted with passion, she truly was a beautiful woman. With her long, raven black hair and glowing golden eyes, she was quite a looker. Add in her lean frame and height, and she truly was a knockout. “It’s nice to meet you, Rosalie!” She beams, shaking my hand vigorously. “Chanel,” Diego warns as she releases me and takes a seat beside me. “What do you think you’re doing?”

I didn’t know about the Donatello Principessa, but I had full intention of taking out everyone if they dared to even look at me the wrong way. Rosanna wore a pastel pink jacket, paired with a plaid white skirt that reached her knees. Her lush blonde hair was curled to perfection around her head and her bright green eyes seemed to spit fire in my direction. Good; the girl had fire. Maybe she would be a good match for Draco after all.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

"Don Sullivan," Rosalina called entering my room. "Get her ready and meet me downstairs," I commanded still arranging some of the books on the shelves and I heard Rosalina walk away. After I finished organizing the books, I left the room and ascended the stairs to the living room. I sat down to wait for Micah and Rosalina. Rosalina has been working as an undercover guard to protect my family from any threats whenever I'm absent. I glanced at the staircase as Micah walked down with Rosa, dressed in a satin full-length gown, her hair packed into a ponytail leaving some blunt bang on her forehead.

Rosalina cut Karass off, already knowing what he intended to say. "Forgive my boldness, princess. But may I ask what kind of punishment will your highness dare to take?" Karras asked with his brows furrowed in curiosity. Rosalina rose from her seat. With her arms locked behind her back, she moved to the edge of the stairs. She stood with her face held high, although she was looking at Karras, who was literally standing in a lower place than she was.

She looked out into the infinite space, filled her chest with the fragrance of roses, and did not forget to say to her shadow under the water: "I am not bad either!" There seemed to be laughter echoing from the mountains. “Our Palomas Blancas is of course beautiful, otherwise, how could the king of youkai be foolish enough to be seduced by you?” “Rosa Roja? Are you going out?” She was wearing a thin, light purple, see-through garment, yet Rosa Roja didn't even wear it properly, making others look fascinated. The heavy makeup made her pretty face more attractive, even the coldness in her eyes was somewhat hidden.

He'd shown me some indirect instances that proved he was not all that cruel as he seems. Rosalina walked into the room, the sound of her footsteps made me rush out of my reverie. I turned to look at her; she was wearing a short black Armani dress with a blood red stiletto to match. A smile stretched across her face on seeing me, I returned the smile and greeted "Hey"

Rosa said, trying not to match his tone, one of them had to be calm, and it looked like she had to be that person. “Look, I’m sorry I’m just… I’ve had a rough day.” He said this time meekly making Rosa smile in triumph. “It’s fine, I fully comprehend that. I’m Rosalina, Rosa for short.” She said, stretching her hands to him. “Hello, beautiful rose. I’m Damon.” He said, taking her hand in his, he brushed his lips against it. Rosa felt her insides melting at not just his voice, but the feel of his smooth, slightly calloused palm and the light tickle of his mustache against her skin.

That’s why I will avoid him as much as I can. Me: If Hector comes over, tell him I don’t want to see him. Ken: Trouble in paradise. I had no energy to explain anything to Ken so I ignored that message and switched off my phone. I went back to reading more about Rosalina. I was almost done with the book anyways. Rosalina had written a few spells in her diary. Just some subtle protection spells. I fell off to sleep and was at the blue rose field again.