Novel & Cerita Giant Rosalina

With us being the meat of the evening, I would’ve given anything to not be alone. He walked across the room to the blonde sitting all alone in one corner of the room. I immediately recognised her. Anybody would. Rosaline Guerra was known for being the beauty of Cosa Nostra, with golden hair, fair skin, sharp features and height. Rosaline had something off about her. I’d seen her in other parties before, but she had never looked this . . . upset. I used to envy her for the freedom she had that none of us did. But even that freedom had ended, since everyone expected her to say yes to marrying Terenzio De Vitto. Maybe that was the reason behind her sadness.

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.

"Don Sullivan," Rosalina called entering my room. "Get her ready and meet me downstairs," I commanded still arranging some of the books on the shelves and I heard Rosalina walk away. After I finished organizing the books, I left the room and ascended the stairs to the living room. I sat down to wait for Micah and Rosalina. Rosalina has been working as an undercover guard to protect my family from any threats whenever I'm absent. I glanced at the staircase as Micah walked down with Rosa, dressed in a satin full-length gown, her hair packed into a ponytail leaving some blunt bang on her forehead.

But instead of heeding my warning, she surprised us all with an unexpected display of strength. With a trembling voice, Rosaline rose from her seat, her eyes filled with fierce determination. "No," she exclaimed, her voice quivering with defiance. "I won't allow you or anyone else to dictate my actions or threaten my life. I am not a puppet to be controlled. I will fight for my freedom, even if it means facing death itself."

An elegant old woman came to pinch her cheek. "Don't hurt the poor girl's cheek Rosalina" Grandpa Xander said holding her hand. "This is my wife" he introduced. "Nice to meet you" She replied. Her eyes was getting dizzy already and she wants to leave. Seconds feels like hours as the kept on greeted people. Chloe is sure doing a big work. "You should meet Luxury. Lucas younger sister" Rosalina said leading her to an elegant lady. She is just Avery's height having this unique round face. Her aura was calm. Their eye met and Avery forced a smile to her.

She looked youthful, her vibrant bleached-blond hair falling in waves around her shoulders, floral gown, designer heels, and a slightly stained kitchen apron tied around her waist. "Oh my." the woman breathed, halting a few feet in front of them as her eyes locked onto Elara. She stood frozen for a second, Then, she began to slowly circle them. Elara stood tense, her eyes darting nervously as she watched the woman drift around them. "Mother.." Killian warned. "You are making her uncomfortable." Rosaline snapped out of her trance, stopping right in front of them again. A warm smile lit up her face. "She is even more breathtaking in person!" she squealed happily.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

A hefty tip. The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she took it and uttered a low thanks before going back to do her job. "Yes," I murmured, still getting used to being associated with a name I knew almost nothing about except for the power and protection that came with it. "Nikolai," he held out a hand. "It is nice to meet you, Black Rose." I took his hand, not wanting to be rude. His palms were soft, dry, and the warmth of it caught me off guard. He held me longer than necessary before letting go.

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

I swallowed my tears, forcing myself to look away from the crimson imprint that now stained Amanda's neck. "Well, Ella, you've seen it for yourself," Amanda said with a mocking smile. "Kelvin marked me just now, and this mark symbolizes his love for me. Only a Luna deserves such a mark. Our bond grows stronger by the day—only the Moon Goddess herself could break it." Then she let out a loud, scornful laugh that echoed in the air. Kelvin stepped forward and added coldly, "Don't bother me with meaningless things anymore. As for the moonstone ring—give it to Amanda. Only the Luna of the pack has the right to wear it."