Mario Rosalina Novels & Stories

I say. "Oh, honey, I am not sure Ricci will kill you. You are full of fire like he likes his women," Mario says with a smile. "I would rather die than become one of his mistresses," I say. "We will see about that. The choice is not yours, little Mia," Mario says. "I swear to if you and Ricci kill her, I will come after you with everything I have," Rosa says. She is in tears. I walk over to her and hug her.

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

he chuckled, looking sideways at me but turned his attention back to Natalia. "Have you known Rosa for a long time?" Marco asked. Natalia confirmed with a nod. "Yes. We grew up together. She's my cousin," she disclosed. "Cousin?" A frown appeared on his face as he stiffened, and his eyes squinted with curiousity. "Does that mean--" "Yeah. I'm Natalia Pagano, Tony's sister." She revealed rather grimly. "And before you ask, no, they're nothing alike," I put in.

"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.

He sighed deeply, like a man finally letting go of a heavy burden. "Ella… Amanda refused to be my second mate. So now… I have no choice but to name her my Luna." My heart stopped. But before I could say a word, he rushed to explain. "Ella, you know… Luna is just a title. In my eyes, there's no difference between you two. You're both my mates. I just want you to let her have the title because she's young and doesn't understand the traditions of our pack. But you—you're the one I truly rely on. You're understanding, wise, considerate… everything she's not. I promise, she'll only hold the title, but the real Luna—the one who leads beside me—is you.

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

“He’s got to be fast about his plan, dear. Just pray he gets to you before I do, chica, because I’d rather die than let a Mahonnas –” The door swings open with a bang and for the first time, I’m grateful for an interruption in the Rossellini household. “Miss Rossellini?” Rosa stands by the doorway, her eyes nervous but firm and the thick accent I’ve come to acknowledge her with strong in her words. Martha swivels around, “What do you want?” “The boss is here,” Rosa provides, “he asked for me to let her out.” What? FINA-fucking-LLY!!!

Before she could take a step away, however, he held onto her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. “Rose, was it?” He said, and she wondered why he sounded dubitative. “Yes,” she nodded at him, and his hold on her wrist tightened ever so slightly. “Rose as in short for Rosalina,” she felt the need to explain. “I see,” he released her wrist, and while she felt compelled to rub it a little, she kept herself in check, not wanting to upset the mafia boss further. “The next time you touch me so casually, we’ll have a problem.”

“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

her eyes moved to Dairo, whose gaze didn't shift from them. “Do I say, Mrs Cinammone eyes.” Lina gawked at Rosealba for a fleeting second, rolling her eyes off. Rosealba’s lips twitched. She dropped her glass cup on the table, and poured some wine into her glass cup. “Save the blame for your brother, Lina. He exhibits the best of attitude and served the best cock I have ever had.” “Not like you have had any.” Rosealba shut her a death glare in the face of a mock offense.