Mario X Rosalina Novels & Stories

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.

'' 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?''

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.

Rosalina looked around the large hallway before she quietly stepped into her room and closed the door after herself, “If I tell you something, you can’t tell anyone I told you please” she said nervously. Aria looked over at her, “I won’t, is everything ok?” she asked thinking she had never seen her this worried before. Rosalina moved closer to her, “I know now is not the best time to tell you this, but I know who rang and told those masked men to come” she said quietly, almost like she was scared of being heard by someone. Aria was about to ask her who it was when the door opened and in walked Adrian. Rosalina quickly excused herself and hurried out of the door. Adrian looked at her and then

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.

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.