Mario Rosalina Novels & Stories

[Kaden] "Rose!" I called her as I see her walking out, She didn't seem to hear and I forwn calling her again, louder and suddenly my phone rang I look down texting the guy back and asking him to call me back. "Rose" , She looked at me, but she somehow had this weird frown over her face, She seem tired. But we had to take her with us. I wasn't sure who exactly Aiden's men were after. But I couldn't risk him putting his hands on her.

I asked wiping mine. “What? Of course not.” He replied. “Can we come in?” Rosalina asked and I laughed at Vincenzo’s sudden grumpiness. Everyone entered the room and looked at us in awe. Even Erico was smiling, which is a rare view. “What is the princess’s name?” Mario asked. “Aurora Luna Mercanti.” Vin said proudly. “Where’s dad?” I suddenly asked. “He’s coming. He had yo visit your mom today, but he’s on his way.” Tracy replied squealing.

He suddenly grabbed Rose’s hand and says evilly. “You don’t know who I am, it’s better to follow me silently, I am Bruno Lowell son of Andrea Lowell no girl is brave enough to reject me, you must be gratified that I like you at the first sight otherwise, girls are dying in Duluth City just for my one glance.” Rose once again spares him a glare from top to tail a handsome-looking guy is not such handsome that Rose should be thankful after swept her gaze on him from top to bottom it stopped on his hand which holding her wrist on which was she holding the glass of red wine.

'She was not fragile like a flower. She was fragile like a bomb.' ———♤♤♤——— "Are you sure about this, honey?" Liliana Romano asked Bella as her eyes became glassy with tears threatening to spill, her husband holding her tightly by the waist. It was only natural for them to feel down, they were after all sending their only daughter to America. Bella was already twenty years old, she was old enough to make decisions of her own. The two can only support her as she tries to accomplish her goal: taking down the Sicilian Mafia.

"A person who can't even hold a sword right is going on a deadly quest? You're not going anywhere, Princess Rosalina." "But Garry, we have to try. This accident is my fault. I need to do something, or else I won't be able to forgive myself," said Rosalina. "I may not be able to fight, but I am a healer, remember? I can heal myself if wounded. I'll be fine."

'' He replies. Somehow, I immediately stop breathing all at once but that's just an impression. My heart hurts for a few seconds but I regain my consciousness by smiling slightly at him, ''You see, Elia. I barely know anything about you yet I still think of you as a good guy. I think of you as someone who respects other people and never once would treat them like shit. I guess I judged you too quickly.'' I take a few steps towards him and once we're close enough, I look straight into his brown eyes, ''Who are you, Elia Dominic Morello?'' He leans in so that our noses are touching, ''Are you any better, Rose?''

"Meanwhile, you can help yourself to our food. After all, beggars won't let the little opportunity pass them by naturally." She walked away, her hips swaying, her laughter trailing behind her. I stood there, frozen, my hands trembling around my plate. "Please don't mind her, Lady Irina," the young maid said. I nodded then stared at her in astonishment. Was she supporting me? A servant, supporting me against the Luna? "Your Luna has spoken—" I started, but she cut me off. "You're my Luna." My eyes went wide. Then I smiled. I liked her courage. I liked her loyalty, even though she had no reason to give it. "What's your name?" I asked.

"At that time, Rosalina vehemently snapped at the man. She insisted that the child she was carrying back then was not Ronan's, but rather the biological child of her husband." Thud! I slammed my fist onto the counter, my knuckles still slick with blood. Hearing Mama Melissa’s account, my hands instantly clenched into tight fists until the veins prominently bulged. Damn it! Rosalina's name was popping up yet again. Even though that demonic woman was clearly rotting away and no longer in this world, the legacy of her sins just kept continuously disrupting our lives.

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.

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.”