Draw Rosalina Novels & Stories

I walked over to Rosalina’s crib and looked down at her. My wolf didn’t really like Rosalina, but I had to keep reminding him—it wasn’t her fault. It was Gabriel’s. Rosalina had blonde hair like her father, but striking blue eyes like her mother. I noticed a heart-shaped birthmark on her arm. “I want to talk to you in your office,” my father mind-linked me. I sighed and glanced over at Anais. “I’ll make this all better. I swear,” I whispered, then stepped out of the room.

Today, with my left arm bound tightly in a black canvas sling, the room just felt quiet. The door clicked open, and Rosalina stepped inside. She had changed into a simple, light blue sundress, and her dark hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. She looked so innocent standing in a room filled with old books, heavy mahogany furniture, and secrets that could start wars. "You're supposed to be resting," she said, walking over to the desk. Her voice was scolding, but her eyes were full of gentle concern. "I rested enough," I said, watching her closely. "Sit."

She wore a pink tank top that hardly looked like a top as her breasts were barely clad in it , Rosalie was certain , a tug and the top would end up torn with a matching studded handbag and a skirt that smaller than a handkerchief . " I will get straight to the point" said the woman smacking her glossy lips together . " That would be excellent " said Rosalie with an arched brow " Names Layla " said Layla as she turned to look at Aiden's direction and flashed him a smile , Rosalie's wolf's raised her hackles but Rosalie's concentration was more on the way Aiden winced when Layla smiled at him , Great , Just what she wanted another confrontation with her husband's whore .

Or was she? She crawled into a tree nearby. With her swift abilities, she climbed the oak tree and gained a clearer, more vivid scene of the two. ‘Seriously, they are fucking in a middle of nowhere?’ Rozelyn thought and looked down. The essence of the masked woman seems to be familiar. She observed for another couple of minutes when the two halted. Ludwig walked into where their clothes were placed. As he seized his shirt, Rozelyn saw the black-colored roses that she was looking for. The roses were indeed lined with silver linings along the black petals’ edges.

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

~ Blaire~ The moment I realized I owned the body, I jumped into action, every part of me screamed control, power and I wasn’t about to let anyone mistake me for weak Rose. I grabbed the makeup and worked fast, covering every trace of Rose soft, innocent look…Just remembering Rose’s face, her weak, helpless expression made anger boil inside me, that wasn’t me…that wasn’t who I wanted the world to see.

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞.... 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

And people like him always underestimate girls like her. “Fine,” he mutters. “Just don’t touch anything.” She cheers, slipping past him before I can grab her, and I have no fucking choice but to follow. The aquarium is quiet, the only sound the low hum of the filtration systems, the gentle ripple of water shifting through glass tanks. Rosalina moves through it like she belongs there, pressing her hands to the exhibits, her breath fogging up the glass as she watches the fish dart and weave between coral. She giggles, spinning to face me, her eyes bright with something pure. Something unguarded. “Leonardo, look,” she whispers. “They’re so small.”

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?”