Luigi Rosalina Novels & Stories

" He inserted the phone into his pocket, then grabbed the brooms and mops. The two began working even though Lucian was stealing glances at Roseline. He does admire her in some way. He saw her as an angel and a sassy little cutie. As a rich man's son, he thought he could have everything and also knew everything, so his mind slowly drifted to naughty thoughts. *** While cleaning, a girl walked past them, taking pictures of the school. She approached them with a camera. "Hello," she said. "Hey," Roseline replied. "Hello," Lucian also replied. "I am Rose, new at this school," she said, and Lucian smiled. "Really? You are Rose? She is also . se, but a sassy one. You look nica rosehich Rose are y

“I couldn’t afford to.” “Oh,” Beatrice blinked, then took another sip. “Right.” Later, they lay stretched out on the floor, a candle flickering on the coffee table “So" Beatrice said, turning her head. “Tell me about you. Still seeing that guy? What was his name... Luca?” Rosalie’s chest tightened. “No, That ended a while ago.” “Good,” Beatrice said immediately. “I never liked him. He sounded and looked weird! Remember when you'd call me to talk about how perfect he was? Well, look hownthat ended!" She gave a loud laugh and stared at Rosalie

her explanation trailed off near the end but they all still caught it. "So, he's living with you?" Joni said causing Rebecca's head to snap up. "I don't know how daddy will feel about that," she tried to act serious but ended up laughing, mostly because Rebecca was frantically shaking her head. "He doesn't live there." "Sure. Sure," Rosalina waved her hand to the waitress for the check. "You know either way. He is going to keep you both safe. No matter what," she turned to look at her. In the time that they had met Vincent, Domenico, and all the others, Rosalina had really found her place in the world. She was made for the life. She still wanted to be a doctor and was finishing school but, i

She raised her chin with flaring her nose. “Iam the Bratva queen, Mr Sullivan. The wife of Vladimir Sokolov, sister in law of Sila Sokolov and sister of the Capo of La Camorra. Who are you to question my identity, my status while standing inside my house, my territory?" Rose’s sharp words wiped away his smirk as his eyes narrowed. If she were not Vladimir’s wife, he would have shut her mouth in his ways. Vladimir puffed his chest like a lion to see his wife claiming her place proudly. He was too content at that time.

BELLA “I work out here?” She puckered her lips. “Now that you have guests, you forget about me?” I looked at Adonis, impatient to know who this woman was. From my experience, women were a lot smarter than men. Men often thought with their dicks, but a woman... could sense another’s spur with their sixth sense, even from a long distance. “This is Ros,” Adonis introduced. “Rosaline Guerra, my consigliere’s sister. And Ros, this is Abi.”

She invited Luciana back to the estate in Brooklyn one night just like old times, she said; wine, laughter, a meal like they used to have back when they didn’t wear diamonds to dinner and carry secrets sharper than steak knives. Luciana came of course she did, loyalty was a sickness she never shook off but something in her had shifted, her laugh didn’t ring like it used to, her smile held something bitter under it and when Rosalie turned her back to fetch the glasses, Luciana—sweet soft spoken Luciana slipped a few drops of something she’d gotten from a contact in Chicago into the bottle It was meant to stop a heart, quiet, no mess. Rosalie wasn’t stupid, she’d been raised by wolves and marr

“Why are you acting so jealous? I gave you your options, Rosa. You’re the one who refused to be my bride.” Rosa huffed out a ragged breath. Refusing to let him drag her back into the exact same vicious cycle—especially not with Renzo sitting just a few feet away—she turned on her heel. She quietly walked out of the kitchen and set the plates down on the dining table. Luciano’s jaw clenched tightly as he watched her leave, stung by the way she could so easily shut down and silently ignore him. She served the pizza to everyone and fixed a plate for Luciano too. A moment later, Luciano finally stepped out of the kitchen. He walked over to the table just long enough to set a glass of fresh juice

"Right." Among her cousins, Rosalina was the most eccentric, bold, and energetic one. And the most sardonic one too. A *stellina. That's what nonna liked to call her. Although Rose grated on nonno's nerves on many occasions, Lily deep inside knew he loved her very much. He just wasn't very expressive about it. A few years ago, Rose went through a rebellious phase. When Rose turned nineteen, she got a proposal from a Senator's son who privately worked for the Cosa Nostra.

And let me quickly remind us of their names again: Bruno the ice king Lorenzo the tall man Matador the blacksmith Alarico the balancer accountant Gennado the old wolf Salvatore the ghost money laundering Gravino the cleaner Edorado the fixer political elite ***************************************************** “How dare you look down on my wife?” Luca snapped, his voice cutting sharply through the soft music of the luxury mall. His glare was venomous, his posture rigid with wounded pride. “You’d better watch your mouth.” Rosa didn’t flinch. She stepped forward instead, looping her arm possessively through his. Her lips curved into a slow, disdainful smile as she looked the women up and down,

“Isn’t that--” “Yeah. We’re not sure.” he was quick to respond to Oswald who noticed too. “Jin, get a better look closer. She hasn’t seen your face yet.” “Why me?” Jin complained before frowning, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets before casually walking around until he was close enough that he could see Rojean’s face clearly and check out Lucas’ appearance before going back to Theo and Oswald. Lucas and Rojean were getting chocolates and Theo couldn’t help but think for a moment how Sei liked her chocolates as well. It was Sei, he thought but he still wasn’t so sure. He had no direction here to follow.