Mario Rosalina Novels & Stories

And standing right in the center of the ruins, under the broken crystal chandelier, is Rosalina. She is still wearing her white lace wedding gown, but the dress is stained with bright, fresh streaks of red blood. Her beautiful brown eyes are wide with terror, staring straight at me as three shadow figures—men with no faces, wearing the suits of the Mafia Council—step out of the dark behind her. "Christopher, help me!" she screams, reaching her hands out toward me. The pear-cut diamond on her finger flashes brightly through the smoke. "They are taking me away! Christopher!"

“Marry me Giselle.” He breathes into my neck. “I can't, you belong to another Romero.” I whisper. Giselle Gilmore, a girl whose past has been turned upside down in a life of crime and violence gets involved with Romero De La Rosa, the most feared and powerful Mafia Lord and becomes too attached to his daughter Lauryn De La Rosa. When she gets a chance to reunite with the family, a long time family alliance made with another Mafia family engaging Romero De La Rosa to another woman in marriage appears and any bridge of the arrangement will lead to the biggest war ever witnessed in the underworld. Will Romero De La Rosa bend backwards to the underworld rule or will he fight for his love.

Rosemary The kitchen was quiet, the early morning stillness broken only by the soft hum of the coffee maker. I cradled the warm mug in my hands, letting the comforting aroma waft over me. The first sip was always the best part of the day, a moment of calm before the inevitable chaos. But just as the cup touched my lips, a shriek pierced the air. I nearly dropped the mug, my heart jumping in surprise. “You must be Rosemary!” A whirlwind of energy burst into the kitchen, and I found myself face-to-face with a young woman with bright blonde hair and an infectious grin. She radiated enthusiasm, her dark brown eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and excitement as she practically bounced toward

“That I’d ever… want this. A wife… something more than just revenge.” Rosalina smiled. “Perhaps it is enough fighting for now,” she says. “Maybe it’s time to build something else instead.” He slowly shut the lid and slid the box into his coat pocket. “I’ll give it to her,” he promised. “And I’ll make sure she knows what it means.” Rosalina leaned back with a satisfied smile, sipping her wine again. “Good. Now go save Romero from the aunties. I think they’ve trapped him in the pantry.”

"I paid you to infiltrate the Donatello Clan," Mario growled, his voice sharp as a blade. "Get close to their Don, Damon. But all you’ve done is fuck him and come back with stories about how big his dick is." He spat on the floor, his eyes burning with disdain as he glared at Rose. Rose smirked, unfazed by his fury. "You paid me to get close, and I did—thanks to my tight pussy," she said, "If you want more information, you'll have to pay extra."

I kept forgetting I had stalkers for bodyguards. There was an eery silence around when we pulled in front of the dingy building that the mafia people liked to call the Central. It wasn't like there were always people around there. The Central lacked its usual vibe today. Tanner and Aria dropped me off, and I went inside and met Lucia and Zita before making my way upstairs to Mariano's office. On my way, I picked up a black rose from the vase on the dining room table. Black roses were so fascinating, so sinister. I had come to like them immensely, seeing they were everywhere around me - on Mariano's shoulder blade, in his house, his bedroom. His mother wore a bracelet made of black stones cut

As she struggled to get out of their grips. "Who are you and what do you want? ” I barked. The girl seemed scared and helpless.” I’m Edriana Rose, witch of the sorceress’ circle, forced to become Rouge. ” she concluded. I looked at her, cuts and bruises were visible in her skin. She looked pale and starved. She must have been abused. "Penelope, get her treated and then bring her to me in my office,” I Said. She nodded and quickly took this Edriana wherever it was she was going.

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.

I don't need to be famous in the entertainment world. "Watch your talk, even though you are a guest here," Claudia said firmly. Rosalinda snorted in annoyance. "We go home now Delon. I've brought a valet to take care of your car. We are back home now "said Rosalinda firmly. In my heart I cheered, Maria approached me and whispered in my ear "Is she Rosalinda? The artist who was then married to Delon ?. She's like a fierce witch," whispered Maria. I hold back my laughter.

Maria hovering above a bloodied body, pain and fear so scarred in her once beautiful green eyes. “it’s me Maria, you can put the gun down” I raised my hand up, my eyes glancing to Rocco slouched on the ground before returning back to Maria. She flexed her fingers around the pistols handle yet again her eyes warning me or maybe daring me to make a move.