Mario Rosalina Novels & Stories

Did she just say that? Gosh! Who would have believed. That the one and only Rosalina Serrano, the soon to be bride of the leader of the Italian mafia group 'Felix Montego' would be here begging a mere guest house owner to give her a good fuck. He smirked and closed the distance between them, crawling onto the couch between her splayed thighs. He aligned his throbbing cock with the depth of her pulsating cunt before sliding his dick fully into her. She moaned. He started pumping Into her with his careful movement. He pulled out and slid back in, but she wanted more.more.

She pulled the scroll out as she quickly walked over to a table, and she unrolled the scroll out on the table. Rosabella got a piece of paper, and she wrote the names of her birth parents. Rosabella looked at the names of her birth parents, and she spoke. "So, my real parents' names are Ivan and Victoria. They are the King and Queen of the Kingdom of Rose-Snow-Gold. So I am a princess and royalty. I wonder what the name of the Kingdom that the late Queen is from." Rosabella walked over to the slot, and she got every Royal Kingdoms' scrolls out. Rosabella placed them on a chair as she slowly unrolled the scrolls and placed them to one side.

A female voice told Ellaine. She was beaten and tired, more dead than alive. Her breath was just a thin thread. But she was determined to win this, once and for all. She wouldn’t dare give up. Because her hands were tied, she struggled to reach the Hristoax with her mouth. To distract Ánië, she said “You will not be able to beat me now.” “Really? Why?” She turned to Ellaine just in time to see her eat the pearl in her necklace—the Hristoax.

But they still haven’t informed Rosaline about it. Rosaline was now working as a designing engineer in Tim Corporation in Paris. It was a company which produces luxurious and ravishing models of commercial cars. It was the second largest car manfacturing company of Europe. Her boss was highly impressed by her skills and talents. Rosaline was a very intelligent and hardworking girl. She always craved for working in an automobile sector so when she got recruited here, she worked with all her might and her skills were highly commendable as she nailed every design.

and hurries over to where I am standing before walking by. Rosalina whom she was just standing beside, gives a side glance to me and although no word is utter by her in the first few seconds I can already decipher that she doesn't like me— Anna very much. Rosalina is the Wilsons trusted cook, and the sixty-two-year-old woman wasn't just the Wilson's cook, she was also Eli's godmother. Eli asked Anna to get along with Rosalina since she also lived at the mansion and she promised to do her best. And a rule #20: "Try as much as possible to get along with Rosalina" was made for that sole reason.

She stood over them, breathing heavily, looking almost victorious. Then she turned both boys onto their backs and made sure they could see her. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and face, crouched down, and put a drop of poison onto each boy's lips. “Well, boys... how are you, you animals? Don't you recognize me?” There was no response. Of course, they recognized Magdalena. Somewhere deep inside their damaged and fading minds, they understood that she knew about Sara's murder. “So you're quiet now, aren't you? You were brave when you were hurting Sara, weren't you? You cowards!”

They whispered, looking at Mario and Aunt Inez as well as Rosita. "Husshh don't be like that, Ros! You're being impolite ...," Mario rebuked. "Well, yes, of course. Aunt Inez is already old, why is she marrying a young man!" Rosita said thoughtlessly while playing with her long curly hair. "Ros, Stop!" Mario retorted, not accepting his wife being insulted by his ex-wife. "Why? Besides, you're being so easy, Mario, don't you have any self-respect that you're willing to be a sugar baby?!" Rosita scoffed at Mario.

Mario ended the phone call before his dad could respond. Mario started browsing with his phone. He opened a search engine and looked up Joe Sebastian. He read several article titles and held his breath. The truths he received one by one made him flinch. Especially after finding out that the former wife of that man was the supermodel Vivian Rosaline. "Oh, I'm still not afraid! I will win Clara's heart!" Mario said confidently. ==?== Clara arrived home. Joe's residence looked quiet. Mr. Bond, Mrs. Linn, and Kimmy were out for a stroll.

At least hers wasn't really that over the top. As for Rosaline, she could blow up like a bomb if anything went wrong. Last week, she held a grudge with me because I came back home late from work. I couldn't even understand what was going on then. It was frustrating. How could I, a fucking mafia boss beg a girl to stop crying? Not like I minded. I did it to Blakely. Rose had the ability to give me a heart attack even while sleeping. "Are you sure you don't want any ice cream?"

Her fist clenched in anger as tears streamed from her eye. Celine bent down towards her eye and whispered. “If you call me Celine again, I mean one more time. You won’t only not get to see your whole bloody family in this realm. But On the other. I promise you,” Celine muttered. Rosa didn’t respond but she just stood there. “It’s Maria,” she gave a wicked grin. “Alright?” She looked at her with a raised brow, Rosa nodded frantically. She knew what Celine was capable of. She was a psycho.