Draw Rosalina Novels & Stories

I felt like I was watching a life I was never going to have. My vision blurred. I bit my bottom lip, hard. No. I refused to cry over this. A knock at the door pulled me back to the present. I wiped under my eyes quickly and straightened up, a cold mask sliding over my face like second skin. “Come in,” I said flatly. Sebastian walked in, holding a large basket of pale pink roses. His usual formal smile greeted me. “Good afternoon, Miss Rosalie,” he said gently. “These are from the boss.”

I know that seems like a lot, but with about four thousand in the pack, that is small. Rose dresses in slim cut dark heather grey slacks with comfy flats and a silk baby blue boat necked blouse tucked into the front of her pants. She keeps her mark on full display by pulling her soft straight hair into a high stylish ponytail, adds a simple winged eyeliner with mascara on her eyes and nudish pink lip gloss to her plump lips.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

In the twenty-seventh hour after Chen Boyan escaped from prison, the police sent out fifteen drones, nearly half of the police dog police force, after the carpet search of the whole blockade, still did not find half a trace of him. The man left incomparably arrogant, before leaving, but also with the blood of the escorting police officers, leaving the following words. I'll recapture my rose. I'll recapture my rose. Who is this "rose" referring to ...... A group of police officers in the conference room looked at me in unison. "Even if you look at me like that." I held my arms and shrugged. "I can only prove that Chen Boyan is just a love brain." Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to ask m

Because I'm blacking out. "Leave her alone!" A woman shouts. Definitely not Dell. Soft hands pat my skin. "oh my god she's naked. Anastasia?" "Who-" I breathlessly attempt to ask. My eyes can't see anything. "Flower." Dell's tone joins the woman. "Oh, thank god. She's blacking out slowly. It's a side effect of wolfsbane." The soft hands are ripped off, only to be replaced by Dell's. I remember his touch.

“Flattered that you would want me at your pool party but I…” Rosalina cuts me off with a wave of her hand. She’s on a call, assessing my body as she speaks, “Yes, a pretty young girl about… I don’t know, surely in her early twenties. Can’t be nineteen…” she pauses to whisper. “Are you?” I shake my head in the negative. She lets out a satisfied breath. “Yes. Early twenties. I can take a picture of her right now to get her size but she would be no more than a size ten. And ten mostly because of these curves on her.”

With us being the meat of the evening, I would’ve given anything to not be alone. He walked across the room to the blonde sitting all alone in one corner of the room. I immediately recognised her. Anybody would. Rosaline Guerra was known for being the beauty of Cosa Nostra, with golden hair, fair skin, sharp features and height. Rosaline had something off about her. I’d seen her in other parties before, but she had never looked this . . . upset. I used to envy her for the freedom she had that none of us did. But even that freedom had ended, since everyone expected her to say yes to marrying Terenzio De Vitto. Maybe that was the reason behind her sadness.

ALEXEI IVANOV…. “What?” Rosaline sounded irritated as she asked me in a whisper. “Nothing.” I simply shook my head while whispering back to her. “Then Stop staring at me like that.” Though she sounded irritated, the cute blush on her face didn't go unnoticed by me. She was looking beautiful in her red off-shoulder knee-length dress. Her hair was tied in a side french braid. Her lips were coated with blood red lipstick. She was simply looking stunning.

Inside a room where almost everything was white一a white canopy, curtain, and sheet, Rosalina stood behind a four-folded white screen with cherry blossoms drawing a river when a knock came from the door. Stepping out, she hovered her hand and opened the door with her magical white light to reveal a smiling Alessa and a frowning Garry on the other side.

Lady Lucia breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that her mistress would be safe for a little while. Lady Rosalina healed up and by the third day of Tor being gone was sitting in her sitting room and finally was able to wear a real gown. She was sitting in a chair sewing with Lady Lucia. Lady Rosalina was a little relaxed and in less pain than she had been. Lady Lucia was happy to see her mistress was able to sit up in her chair and dress. But the happiness was short-lived. Right after the evening meal, Tor entered Lady Rosalina’s chambers. He approached his wife, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her up. She dropped her sewing and tried to pull away from him. He gripped her wrist tighter an