روايات وقصص ضمن Mario Galaxy Princess Rosalina

"Mario!" "What's wrong Rosa?" Mario asked urgently, meeting her on the stairs. "It is the girl." Rosa cried out. "She escaped. Signòre Antonio will kill me." Mario swung into action immediately. He pulled out his cellphone and yelled into it. "She's gone. Put the villa on lockdown and find her!"

"M-My Luna! Absolutely not! You cannot help in the kitchens. You are the Luna of the Amber Court, the wife of the Alpha King! It is unseemly for royalty to do the work of servants." Rosalie chuckled softly, a bright, genuine sound that seemed to cut through the lingering tension in the air. She looked directly at Marta, then turned her gaze to the wide-eyed servants watching her. "Marta, please. Behind the titles, I am just a person. I am normal like you all. And honestly, standing here doing nothing makes me feel entirely useless. Please, let me help."

Rosalina. To be continued…

“I’m not saying that. I’m just saying that we need to be careful. Rosa is unpredictable, Alaric. She’s not like the others. And you can’t force her into anything she doesn’t want.” The words stung, but they also rang true. I didn’t like it, but I knew he was right. Rosa was the princess of the Smith Cartel. And she was going to run it one day. And now, Allesio was suggesting that maybe, just maybe, I’d gone too far. I was tempted to walk away. To ignore his advice and push ahead with the plan. But something in me hesitated. Maybe it was because I didn’t want to admit that he might be right. Maybe it was because I didn’t want to face the fact that my emotions and my desire for revenge were cl

Rosalie wasn’t wearing heels now; she had a pair of white converse sneakers on with a pair of bright pink overalls. It was comical because his wife was 5 foot nothing and Selena was 5’11. “I could speak to the chef who cooks our meals about adding something for you. But I’m sure what your preferences are…” Rosalie extended an invitation yet to Roman’s ears it sounded like she was telling Selena to fuck off.

said Amairas . " In the honour of what she is we will name her Cynthia , as she belongs to the moon ." said the man and the scene shattered in pieces . Cynthia was standing in the same hall with the crown . " So i suppose now you know ." said the crown . " I ....I ..I am the moon princess . " said Cynthia nervously . " Yes my majesty ." said the crown softly ." I hope you'll seen figure out a why to be at your kingdom , the kingdom awaits you and so do i . " said the crown .

*Elentari POV* I woke up the next day, happy the color was still in my hair. I curled it as best I could overnight while sleeping in curlers. I went to my closet and was happy to see more clothes. There was an extremely cute knee-length black lace dress with a built-in corset. A matching lace choker was on the hanger as well. I paired them with my knee-high heeled boots and smiled. I used a spell to create a magnificent curly updo with braids and smiled at myself. I felt like a princess today. I had come to accept my curves in the last few days and smiled, looking at myself from every direction in the mirror. This was my last day as a normal person. After today, I will be the Princess of Fae

I didn’t know about the Donatello Principessa, but I had full intention of taking out everyone if they dared to even look at me the wrong way. Rosanna wore a pastel pink jacket, paired with a plaid white skirt that reached her knees. Her lush blonde hair was curled to perfection around her head and her bright green eyes seemed to spit fire in my direction. Good; the girl had fire. Maybe she would be a good match for Draco after all.

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.