Mario X Rosalina Novels & Stories

STARTING FROM CHRIS HUNTER, RAYN STONE, AXEL LOCKWOOD AND THEN ROSALIYA STAVROS. ______________________________________ Rosaliya: I am Rosaliya, Rose for short with my hazel eyes and dark brown hair. I'm currently 22 year's old looking for a job ,I have completed my bussiness studies and lookin for a job. So coming back to the point my current situation is a total mess cause I shifted to new york last week. Now i have to arrange my house over the weekend even look for a job and my besties are nowhere to be seen .

She then headed in first. "I brought you here as a PA, not as 'company' for my colleagues. This means you have to stay with me 24/7 till we leave this goddamn place." "Oh, right. You need me." "You bet I do," he sauntered in with a shocked Maria behind him. He had just admitted that he needed her, she had to admit he didn't seem as much as the bad guy as he did yesterday. She quickly caught up with him. "Do you guys think Raid role needs a second sequel!" Cornelia chimed excitedly. "If we all agree to it, I'm pretty sure Albert would love to work with it."

And Flavio would never kill Giovanni, Riccardo was there to stop him. "We are not your slaves, we are an independent mafia family, you wouldn't decide anything for us. We can make our own decisions," Rosalina hissed who was sitting silently the whole time. She was burning in rage that He didn't even glance at her. She was far more beautiful than his wife and Cara who He glanced at twice at this table. She wanted to have him just once before she married Killian. He had insulted her and now she didn't want anything more than to ruin his married life with that waitress before settling forever with Killian and mocking Aaron for his ruined marriage.

I huff quietly and do my best to ignore his leering eyes as he pushes the dazed woman away from him and licks the remaining blood from his lips. “Rosalyn is it? Don’t be shy and come stand beside your master,” Matthias says to me as he places his glass on a brown coaster on the coffee table. The way he calls Paul my master makes my skin prickle. Paul fists his hands but looks to me and nods for me to come stand beside him. My legs feel shaky as I step closer, keeping my head to the floor and hoping we won’t be here long. “Lift your head and look at me, Rosalyn. It’s rude not to look at someone when they speak to you,” Matthias demands calmly and I don’t like where this is going.

Upon arriving at the convenience store, Rosalia observes her friend who is engaged in the task of arranging packets of chips in a row. She notices her friend casting a covetous glance toward the chips, which causes her to stifle a laugh. “Poor man!” She expresses her sympathy with a murmur but also decides to play a harmless prank on her friend. Silently walking near him from behind, she emits an unusual sound in an attempt to startle him. However, instead of being startled, he turns to her and responds with a charming and distinguished smile. His name is Henry Anderson, Rosalia’s best friend.

I muttered, before I could stop myself, “I sleep better knowing you’re not walking past four vipers every morning.” She blinked at me. I immediately turned to the monitor and peeled the plastic off like it was the most interesting thing in the room. Powered it on. Anything to avoid that look. The login screen glowed blue. User: RoseDavid Password: roseandkelvin I felt heat crawl up my neck. “You can change it,” I said quickly. “Obviously.” I shoved my hands in my pockets and moved toward the window, giving her space. I’ve always been better at fixing problems than explaining feelings.

Detective Russo—a weary man with Moretti-cousin eyes—interviewed us separately. No camera caught Isabella’s push. My complaint went nowhere. But multiple witnesses saw Alexander assault her. In Italy, that carried weight. The Rossis spent a fortune on lawyers. Eleanor Rossi herself flew to Palermo, her face carved from marble. "Name your price, Maria." My mother smiled. "We don’t want your money. We want him gone." A deal was struck: Alexander would pay a "fine" to a charity of our choice. He would leave Italy immediately. And he would never contact me again.

My wolf, battered and spent, could barely stay on her feet. But just as I passed the halfway point, someone rushed up behind me and yanked me back. Still dazed from the violent match, I barely had time to react before a sharp slap cracked across my cheek. Amanda. “You bitch wolf! Was this all just to humiliate me?!” she screamed. Her hand rose again for another strike, but it never landed. A blur moved faster than my eyes could follow. Then came the voice—sharp as thunder. “How dare you lay a hand on my Luna!”

"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."