Mario Rosalina Novels & Stories

Rosalina nodded her head in understanding. “Ready?” Joni asked walking up with Marisa. “Calm down. It’s not that serious,” Marisa rolled her eyes. Rebecca and Joni’s head whipped toward the girl both with glares. “It’s fine,” Rosalina said through clenched teeth. “Oh my,” they heard a woman sigh from behind them turning they saw Rosalina’s mother there in her wheel chair.

Rosalina gave her brother a weird look when he said not to fall for Faiz, but when she realized he categorizes as a woman, she looked at him all stunned and speechless. " Did you just say she is a he is a woman and not a man? How is that possible? She looks perfectly like a man ", Rosalina spoke in a loud time but then covered her mouth immediately when everyone started staring at her. She looked at her brother and was all stunned. " She looks so handsome, how can you say she isn't a man?

I stopped myself from going too far and quickly stuttered, “Can we just… get the certificates already?” He flashed me a casual smile, and I turned crimson all over again. I looked away before he could notice, my heart hammering in my chest. I began to wonder if I was the only one who still remembered that night. He didn’t mention It. His eyes were unreadable—calm, cold, and utterly impossible to read. I stepped forward, signed my name on the small red certificate, and swore my vows. Just like that, I became a married woman. Mrs. Rodriguez.

She nods. “Thank you for the room, Aurora.” Raul says with a warm smile, making Aurora blush even more as she offers another smile. “You’re very welcome, Alpha Raul.” She says softly as she turns away. Why, I do believe my Head Omega may have a bit of a crush on Raul. I can’t help but think how sweet that is. Aurora is a wonderful Head Omega—I meant what I said when I told her that I’d don’t know what I’d do without her—and since she’s also unmated, I can only hope her fated mate turns out to be a guy as nice as Raul.

“All you Moretti boys do.” I scoffed. “So you know who I am..” “I do,” she said. “Vicenzo Moretti. The one with the smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.” I tilted my head. “And you are?” “Rosalinda Amato.” My heart had stuttered then. “Amato?” “Oh we are ordinary,” she said, waving her hand. “My parents are nobodies. Old folks with a falling-down house and a cellar filled with dusty wine bottles no one’s touched in decades. If you’re into that kind of thing.”

Alessandro innocently held Matteo's arm. "That's not true!!" Marie began crying. "I took care of you with all I had when I was carrying you! They starved me so much I had to start going to orphanages to eat!!" "Why are you always lying?" A different voice penetrated into the place as the Madame of the house appeared. Dora La Rosa, a plus-size woman who looks extra in her floral dress and excessively long coral necklaces. Her hair is in a perm, and her face screams mean.

Of Marco. " Where's he?" I whisper to Leonardo. His brows slightly furrow before he runs his knuckles down on my cheeks in a soothing way. " It's only me, Rosalina.. Only me....And it won't be anyone else other than me, ever...." "Really?" I whisper, and he slowly nods as he runs his fingers down my throat. The touch is soft, tender almost. And then—I break.

Rosa said, trying not to match his tone, one of them had to be calm, and it looked like she had to be that person. “Look, I’m sorry I’m just… I’ve had a rough day.” He said this time meekly making Rosa smile in triumph. “It’s fine, I fully comprehend that. I’m Rosalina, Rosa for short.” She said, stretching her hands to him. “Hello, beautiful rose. I’m Damon.” He said, taking her hand in his, he brushed his lips against it. Rosa felt her insides melting at not just his voice, but the feel of his smooth, slightly calloused palm and the light tickle of his mustache against her skin.

Gosh, my mother is going to kill me when she finds out. I couldn’t go too far as I bumped into something hard and nearly fell on the ground. Someone grabbed me then held me up. I looked up and found myself looking into a pair of piercing grey eyes that belonged to none other than Logan Hill. “Marina? What are you doing here? Why are you running?” he asked. He looked at my distraught face. His eyes narrowed. “Um…well…I’m on a date,” I stammered. “Is that right?” he asked and stared at me intently. “So, where is your date?”

Overall a perfect combination making Rosalina feel weird sensations. Jeremy noticed Rosalina standing but the kitchen entrance lips parted looking at him. She was wearing a mustard-colored crop top with black shorts giving an insight into her honey thighs. Rosalina's skin complexion was fair but not very fair, her body was lightly tanned while her face was fair. Jeremy smirked at the sight.