Giant Rosalina Novels & Stories

Roseline Palmer: Roseline Palmer is a determined and ambitious young woman with expressive hazel eyes. Her long and graceful Chestnut hair, adding to her approachable charm. Standing at an average height of 5"8, she exudes confidence and resilience. She normally dresses like a smart secretary during work and casual baggy clothing in her private hours. She loves fruits and dislikes excessive wastage of good food, she's the submissive type and extremely daring when angered. Roseline's POV

I didn't catch the eye of most because I was known to be wolfless and the fact that wasn't the case actually made me giggle a little thinking about it. Walking into the diner I was a bit suprised to see not only Duke and Flint sitting about midway through the diner but the brothers from the other pack sitting with them. I chuckled thinking it was probaly them leaving the note as a stupid prank or warning. I walked in fully planning just to step into the office and talk to Mama Rose. "What you doing here rouge? begging for scraps." Flint hollered at me. I rolled my eyes, it was so obvious when he used rouge as a term not my name and I knew he was looking for a reaction from me. I locked eyes

Rose ''Are you sure?'' Elis asks. I turn to look at him, seeing that we're actually eyeing Elia from afar. He has a smirk on his face while an unknown woman is currently sitting beside him—her dress splits nicely, showing off her long legs as she soothingly rub onto Elia's back. My heart aches at the way she touches him because that should be me instead of her. ''No,'' I mutter under my breath. ''I know I rarely say this but Rose, go and get your man back. Show him who's boss.'' He says, gripping onto my shoulders and making me smile immediately before I push the door open, entering the restaurant—an exclusive restaurant with hanging chandeliers and dim lights on the walls.

Garry said, snapping Aiken out of his thoughts. "Yes, General," said Aiken. "Shall we go, Princess?" Garry asked, turning to look at Rosalina. "We shall," she beamed and followed the General to his tent. Once inside, she started undressing him slowly, starting from the outer shirt. She drew in a breath and held it to the point that her lungs almost burst out. The feeling of having her fingertips occasionally brushed against the smooth skin made her body burn as if she were coming down with a fever. Despite having multiple scars on the back and front, Garry's muscular body didn't dim its charm. Everything about the shirtless General was so inviting that Rosalina had to occasionally avert her

It could cost you your head and leave your carcass for the vultures to feast on. "I'm sorry Alpha Konan and I hope you do forgive me. She replied sarcastically. I rolled my eyes. Typical Rosaline. Always toeing the line and testing the boundaries. Rosaline is the strongest female warrior werewolf and the pack's strategist. We had grown up together and we had seen more blood than tears since when we were both stationed at the pack borders to ward off rogue wolves disturbing the peace of the pack. She is the only one whose hunting skill was on par with me. She was rarely seen around, only during pack wars and when she was summoned.

She jerked awake before dawn, gasping. Tomorrow was gala day. *** By six p.m. the mansion pulsed with silk gowns and whispered conspiracies. Crystal chandeliers turned champagne into molten gold. Inés floated among guests, tray balanced, smile welded in place. Alonso worked the room like a favorite son. Alejandro lingered at the edges, predator-still. Thiago? Absent so far. Halfway through the event, Alejandro’s gaze snagged hers across the ballroom. Steel met flint. He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning.

Just as I was worrying about keeping Camilla occupied, Rosaline burst onto the dance floor, her eyes shining with excitement. "Camilla, you won't believe who's here!" Rosaline exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper. Camilla's curiosity was piqued instantly. "Who?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Rosaline grinned mischievously, her lips curling upward. "Krisdana Elrod." Camilla's jaw dropped, her face frozen in disbelief. "No way! You're joking!" Rosaline shook her head vigorously. "I swear, I saw her by the photo booth!"

Suddenly all the twenty-one ladies present bow at once in unison to submit to Rosaline. We were shocked but I saw Wonder delighted. I asked what is the meaning of this? Beauty, replied, Prince we have been exposed to the fact that a lady by the name of Rosaline an architect by profession is part of your divine mandate. So we are overwhelmed to meet her at a time like this. Rosaline oh please be on your feet. She responded with shock. Nora asked me, in the books of the elites it has been stated that you are supposed to have gone to the ocean god palace for the eyes of the dragon. Does Prince have the story in the books of the elites been full-field?

All this time, Lina had used her magic to trick me - tricked me into being kidnapped, tricked me into thinking Max had had sex with her daughter, and maybe tricked the Battleclaw Banes Pack members into letting her use their dungeons to imprison me. Lina glared at Rosa and me with hatred, saying, “My master will not spare you!” My eyebrows shot up as I heard her words. Her master? It seemed there was someone more powerful behind her. Rosa ignored her nonsense, gracefully lifting her arm and shooting a ray of red light at Lina, who once again collapsed motionless on the table. Wow! I nearly clapped my hands, seeing how powerful Rosa was. It was the first time I saw her using attack magic, and