Giant Rosalina Novels & Stories

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

My Rose has guts, I’ll give her that. “I do not shit in the woods. I’m not like Ray or Kam. Besides, you have one thing right. I wouldn’t do anything to damage my gold and gray fur.” Rina preened a bit in the rearview mirror. I looked back at Kimi and Rose from the front seat to see Kimi making a gagging motion. “Rina thinks that because she’s the only one of us with gold in her fur, she’s special. Wait until she sees Mina.” Kimi taunted.

With that said, we all said our goodbyes and Queen Winnie teleported us back to the hospital. I smiled when I found my princess sitting up and eating some orange gelatin. She smiled at me and asked, “How did it go with Queen Aja?” I walked to her and kissed her forehead, “It went well. She agreed to stop the rogues and she signed the alliance agreement.” I thought my mate was going to choke on her gelatin, “What? She signed the alliance agreement just like that,” and she snapped her fingers. I laughed, “Your grandmother had to do some convincing.” Luna Abby approached her, fanning her hands in a no big deal motion, “Yeah, yeah. I just had to do the whole glowing and ‘I’m a direct descendent

Either way, he was nowhere to be found as his mother walked in with her long flowing red robe. Rosaline Dumonte was exceptionally beautiful. And she had fought her hard to remain that way. She had shiny golden locks that cascaded down her hair like a sea of gold. Her slit eyes were a rich coffee brown colour with hints of gold and she had one of the most beautiful smile ever. Even though it had often been said that her smile was dangerous because it held many secrets. And also because Rosaline Dumonte was far from being a nice and perfect Luna. She was very good at pretending to be one, but she was far from it.

Rosalina gave her brother a weird look when he said not to fall for Faiz, but when she realized he categorizes as a woman, she looked at him all stunned and speechless. " Did you just say she is a he is a woman and not a man? How is that possible? She looks perfectly like a man ", Rosalina spoke in a loud time but then covered her mouth immediately when everyone started staring at her. She looked at her brother and was all stunned. " She looks so handsome, how can you say she isn't a man?

“It seems she is also involved in such crimes. I believe she is planning something. She has been visiting shady people, but I couldn’t find out who she’s meeting yet.” “Figure it out and let me know.” Ross nodded his head. I shut the file. The start of work is hectic indeed. I recalled the riddle left by Kellan. Could it be Rosalina's child is the one who could be born with cursed power? Rosalina is a Lycan prostitute whom Altair enjoyed, as he loathed and always preferred Lycan whores. It’s possible she could have a pure Lycan heir, inheriting abilities as well, and not a hybrid. It happens. I texted Ross and also my spy to keep an eye on everyone, even Ross, as he is new and I am not famil

I walked along the path, my hands in my pockets, my mind still turning over the day's events. Then I saw Irina. She was kneeling by one of the rose bushes, a large pair of gardening scissors in her hands. She was trimming the dead blooms, her movements careful and precise, her head bent low over her work. She wore a simple gown, the fabric long enough to cover the ground around her, and a bonnet like every other maiden.

While Dad fought to protect us against Mum. For a second, it felt like we'd traveled back in time. When Mum would act like the slayer, while Dad played the knight protecting the princess. At that moment— I wasn't Rosie Alphonse. I was that eight year old who loved her parents more than anything in the world. I was Rosalina Richards. My mother's daughter and my father's princess.

“There is no need to be too innocent; I know a girl like you very well. Do you think you are special for her? It is a common thing in the mafia world to use a girl like you. You can never take my place.” Eva was surprised by her behavior. The way she looked yesterday, was that her real face or today? “I, Rosalina, Rafael King's wife, will not let you snatch him away so easily.” She suddenly gets up and grabs Eva by the neck. “You best stay out of Rafael’s life for good before I rip you up and throw you away; you have no idea what I am capable of.” Rosalina grips Eva‘s throat forcefully and presses it. Eva was having difficulties breathing and was attempting to free herself, but this woman wa

“Please, stop!” I choke, my voice raw, knees sinking into the cold stone. My palms scrape against gravel and shattered glass, the remnants of a night I don’t want to remember. But Rosalina only scoffs in my face, lips curved into a venomous smile. Her long blond hair tumbles forward, a golden curtain veiling her face from the pack gathered behind her, but I know what lies beneath it—a monster draped in silk. She leans down slowly, as if to embrace me, to show them all what a saint she is, their pure Luna, merciful to the end. But her lips brush my ear and the illusion shatters like glass.