Mario X Rosalina Novels & Stories

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."

“Marry me Giselle.” He breathes into my neck. “I can't, you belong to another Romero.” I whisper. Giselle Gilmore, a girl whose past has been turned upside down in a life of crime and violence gets involved with Romero De La Rosa, the most feared and powerful Mafia Lord and becomes too attached to his daughter Lauryn De La Rosa. When she gets a chance to reunite with the family, a long time family alliance made with another Mafia family engaging Romero De La Rosa to another woman in marriage appears and any bridge of the arrangement will lead to the biggest war ever witnessed in the underworld. Will Romero De La Rosa bend backwards to the underworld rule or will he fight for his love.

Rosemary The kitchen was quiet, the early morning stillness broken only by the soft hum of the coffee maker. I cradled the warm mug in my hands, letting the comforting aroma waft over me. The first sip was always the best part of the day, a moment of calm before the inevitable chaos. But just as the cup touched my lips, a shriek pierced the air. I nearly dropped the mug, my heart jumping in surprise. “You must be Rosemary!” A whirlwind of energy burst into the kitchen, and I found myself face-to-face with a young woman with bright blonde hair and an infectious grin. She radiated enthusiasm, her dark brown eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and excitement as she practically bounced toward

“isn’t that too-“ Martelli cleared his throat, so that she stopped her sentence half way. “Well, we will need something more assuring.” Rosaline said. She was bent on making her point in any way possible. “Something like?” Martelli shifted his focus to Rosaline as he asked. Rosaline mouthed as if trying to say something, and then became calm. Martelli was obviously holding himself back from exploding. You could see it in his eyes when he glanced at Rosaline that he was not a fan of hers.

She scowls at me, screwing up her chubby, round face in a very unattractive way as her bushy eyebrows drew together. “I don’t want any screw-ups today, Rose. None of your usual tardiness is going to work today. But the good news is you can do as you please,” I raise a brow at her. “The mistress will be dealing with you for today anyway,” Romina gives me a wicked grin, giving me a slight push on my back to stand with one of the waiters lined up at the front.

"You must be Tamara." Rosie cleared her throat, looking between the man and her cousin. "Tamara, this is Milo. My... um, boyfriend." Tamara gaped at her cousin. "Boyfriend? You never mentioned a boyfriend." Milo laughed a deep and rich laugh, bowing his head lightly. "It is lovely to finally meet you, belle." Tamara was impressed as she eyed Rosie suspiciously. "It is my pleasure." Milo turned to Rosie, handing her the flowers."For you, amour."

(Warning: 18+ Triggering scenes and mature content. Do skip if you feel uncomfortable) Rosaline gave Xavier a hard slap on his right cheek. He turned his head and looked at her with a murderous gaze but she didn’t stopped here. She picked up the glass that was kept on the table and splashed the water on his face. “FIRST HURT ME THEN HEAL MY WOUNDS”, she yelled furiously as she glared him with bloodshot eyes. Antonio and the others immediately barged inside their compartment hearing the clamor.