Draw Rosalina Novels & Stories

A gentle hand petted through brown locks, and those warm eyes landed on her again, "What is your favorite flower, miss. Croix?" "I like…" She bit his lip, trying to think, but only one answer came to mind, "roses." An amused chuckle hit her ears, "Red ones?" "…No." A simple denial. "Then what is your favorite?" "I don't have one." The laugh sounded again, and Alina felt her cheeks grow hot.

"Clоѕе уоur еуеѕ, mу nаughtу gіrl." I tооk thе rеd silk headscarf frоm my robe росkеt аnd covered hеr еуеѕ, tуіng thе ѕсаrf bеhіnd hеr hеаd. I started lісkіng and sucking hеr luѕсіоuѕ rоund brеаѕtѕ. Rose's head wаѕ tіltеd bасk аnd her hаndѕ wеrе іn my hаіr аnd caressing my face.

Rose was standing there, her arms crossed, her expression as sour as ever. "Mrs. Rose," I greeted, keeping my voice neutral. She looked me up and down, her nose wrinkling slightly. "The Luna wants you. You're to go to the royal chambers and wash her clothes. She says they need special care." I stared at her. Lindsey's clothes. Lindsey's chambers. After the confrontation in the hall, she was calling me to her private rooms. "She said you're late already," Mrs. Rose added, a thin smile playing at her lips. "Best not keep her waiting."

If she could just find a way out…. A loud click. She spun. The door behind her creaked open. Not the hallway door. The panel behind the bookcase. A man stepped through the narrow passageway, dark curls damp with sweat, a gun in one hand, blood on the other. His shirt clung to his sculpted torso, open down to the middle of his chest, smeared with soot. But it was his eyes, those ice-blue eyes that rooted her to the floor. Alonso.

Layla pulled my hand, trying to get me to stay with her. "Honey? What's going on? Are you not happy to see me? Who is she?" She questioned. I turned and looked at her. After seeing my mate, Layla is nothing compaired to her. Alexandria had long, brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. Layla had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her face was always caked in makeup. "She's-" I started, but Layla interuppted me.

***** Roen's Palace: Queen Rosa stood up from the ground and went over to her flowers, picking a blue rose. She held it in the air and started whispering some strange words and the rose left her hands and started floating in the air, spinning around in the air. The rose petals started removing by itself and began forming circle. It started growing bigger and bigger until it was like the size of a portal.

Elayna noticed Rosa was still there. She walked over to Elayna. Rosa looked at the goon, then back at Elayna. Her tears streaked her makeup and she could see the bruising they had covered up so strategically earlier. She picked up the needle then. “Rosa... please…” She begged her then, not knowing what Rosa would do next. The goon looked at Elayna. He smirked. “Mr. King won’t mind.” She informed him. “Now, you slap her arm so some veins show for me.” She instructed him.

I was kneeling in the center of it, barefoot, damp, exhausted, dressed in one of Mirabella’s old faded house gowns with bleach stains across the hem, looking less like family and more like the servant Rosalina constantly reminded me I was. “Oh, calm down, honey.” Rosalina’s voice flowed like silk dipped in poison. “No one is marrying you off to a dead man. I would never do such a horrible thing to my daughter.” A small laugh followed. Soft. Controlled. Cruel. My scrubbing slowed. I lifted my eyes just enough to see Rosalina seated elegantly on the velvet couch, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of red wine balanced between her fingers. Her lips curled.

Rafael's face twisted in rage as he yelled, "What do you want, Rosalina?" The sound of his voice echoed off the warehouse walls, making Rosalina's smile seem even more sinister. Rosalina's smile never wavered, her eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity. "Oh, Rafael," she purred, her voice dripping with malice. "I want what's rightfully mine. I want the power, the control, the respect. And I'll stop at nothing to get it."

Chapter 117. The room was alive with conversation and the occasional burst of Lina’s laughter filled the air. Rosealba walked into the dining, trying to steady herself as she approached the table. Two, no. Three pairs of eyes glanced up at her as she walked in, clad in a waist-snatching knee-length gown. “Miss Rosealba.” Diaro stood up, paying her a bow. Her eyes delighted and she nodded slightly, dismissing him with a smile. Lina's head snapped in her direction immediately and her lips stretched into a smile. She stood up, walking closer to Rosealba.