Giant Rosalina Novels & Stories

She had a wicked glint in her eyes as she watched Rosaline. "That's enough Rosa," Clement told her. The Rosaline at that moment was no less than a monster who would stop at nothing to see those who hurt her bleed. She seemed to be enjoying every bit of what she was doing. She ignored Clement and focused on dealing with Amira, determined to wipe her smirk off her face. "Rose!" Clement boomed. This time Rosaline looked at him with a dangerous glimmer in her eyes. "Let her go," Clement coaxed her.

She bit her lips, showing that she didn't want to elaborate any further. "YOU'VE GOTTEN A LOVER?!" Garry's and Judas's voices echoed simultaneously, asking the same question. "Y-yes...N-no...S-sort of," Rosalina stammered, feeling intimidated by both the question and the alarm voice. She looked like she wanted to crawl into the hole and hide. However, she knew it was time to stop running away. So, she stood still instead of running off. "Who is it, Rosalina? Who dares to be my rival?" Judas asked and stepped forward, but Garry raised the hand that was still glowing with the magical light as a warning, making the Baltras's king stop on his track.

My eyes surveyed the wreckage while Rose's remain trained on the entrance to the manor. She didn't say a word as she waited for Galina to reveal herself. The Pricolici were growing nervous at her focused gaze, but quickly stilled when she growled. The doors opened after a few minutes. Galina came waltzing out, seemingly unfazed by her dead or entranced army. She looked amused at the Pricolici that were laying on the ground around their enemies. She started laughing as she walked leisurely toward where Rose and I stood. "I have found you, at last, Great White Wolf." She beamed in jubilation. "Have you come to join me and all your kin?"

She was really getting good at this assistant shit. Miss perfect ass finally stopped in front of a door, pulled out a key and opened the door. “If there’s anything else you need, please let me know, a waiter will be here soon to take your order, enjoy your stay Mr. Guerriero,” She held out a hand for a handshake and Rain almost laughed at the woman’s attempt to— “Thank you,” Alexander said as he took her hand and shook it. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Rain’s lips twitched as she stared at their joined hands, when they finally let go, Rose’s cheeks were as red as her fucking name and for some reason Rain was beginning to grow a strange dislike for Roses.

"You shouldn't have caused such a loud scene earlier, darling. You should have just come back to me quietly. I know you miss me and this body." Max turned around, looking entirely furious, he wasn’t ready for her games. But before he could speak, Rosina reached for the robe around her shoulders. With a smooth movement, the fabric fell straight to the floor, revealing her lace lingerie. She tilted her head, her gaze burning with pure seduction. She brushed her short black hair forward, framing her face perfectly as she smiled wickedly at him.

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.

“So now we know. De Marco. Donatello. The Bellinis. They orchestrated everything.” "Let's finish what my mother started. Let's end these mother-fuckers." The determination in her voice strong than any resolve to date. “You’re sure you’re ready?” Roberto asked. "Yes!" One simple answer. Massimo kissed her temple, his voice fierce and low. “We are behind you angel." Later that evening in Sanchiano’s office the screens still flickered from the decrypted footage Rosalina had left behind. A ghost’s final testament. Her voice had faded, but her rage, her truth, lingered like smoke in the lungs.

"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.

Our cab had already arrived, so we got in and headed straight for Reno’s Boutique — one of the biggest in New York. I’d only heard about the place from Marielle, but stepping inside was something else entirely. The glass walls gleamed, the scent of expensive perfume filled the air, and designer dresses shimmered under the warm lights. I ran my fingers across one of them, smiling a little for the first time in days. Tessa and I started browsing through the racks. When we reached the trousers section, I picked a few to try on — and that was when I saw her. Marielle. She was clinging to Adrian’s arm like her life depended on it, laughing too loudly, too sweetly. The moment her eyes met mine, he

STARTING FROM CHRIS HUNTER, RAYN STONE, AXEL LOCKWOOD AND THEN ROSALIYA STAVROS. ______________________________________ Rosaliya: I am Rosaliya, Rose for short with my hazel eyes and dark brown hair. I'm currently 22 year's old looking for a job ,I have completed my bussiness studies and lookin for a job. So coming back to the point my current situation is a total mess cause I shifted to new york last week. Now i have to arrange my house over the weekend even look for a job and my besties are nowhere to be seen .