Mario X Rosalina Novels & Stories

Rosa said, trying not to match his tone, one of them had to be calm, and it looked like she had to be that person. “Look, I’m sorry I’m just… I’ve had a rough day.” He said this time meekly making Rosa smile in triumph. “It’s fine, I fully comprehend that. I’m Rosalina, Rosa for short.” She said, stretching her hands to him. “Hello, beautiful rose. I’m Damon.” He said, taking her hand in his, he brushed his lips against it. Rosa felt her insides melting at not just his voice, but the feel of his smooth, slightly calloused palm and the light tickle of his mustache against her skin.

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 said, her voice a tad bit hard. I looked at her sharply, What did she know? I turned and stared at her. “What and who are you talking about?” I asked. “I’m talking about Roseline.” She said and my heart dropped. “Listen, Xavier. I may be young, but I’m not oblivious or dumb. I understand the tension between you and Ariel, especially on the side of Ariel. I mean, you can be a total jerk sometimes.” She said and my eyes narrowed. “But still, there’s the mate bond and I know it is already calling out to Ariel. It won’t be long till she falls for you. And I know of how you stopped her from meeting Asher.” She said.

"Put that down, Inés. You don’t know what you’re playing with." "Neither do you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Alonso Delgado wouldn’t know about secret passages. Wouldn’t lie about who screamed. Wouldn’t come out of a wall with blood on his hands." He said nothing. She moved toward him, poker still raised. "Who are you?" Silence stretched between them. And then he smiled. But it wasn’t Alonso’s smile. It was colder. Crueler. More dangerous. "You’re clever, cara mia. I’ll give you that."

"One more thing. Stay away from Kael. He's not what he seems." The door slammed behind him. Astra rubbed her arm where he had grabbed her. What did Alaric mean about Kael? Was he warning her, or threatening her? She went to the window and looked out at the moon, almost full now. Tomorrow night, the pack would run together under its light. And after that, Kael would help her flee. But as she turned away from the window, Astra noticed something that made her blood freeze. On her pillow lay a single red rose, with a note attached.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

His luck was truly terrible! "Mr. Mario, if you’re done talking to me, you should probably head home …" Rosita said sarcastically, still clinging to her new husband’s waist. "Oh, Mr. Aldo. Should we go have lunch at PS Mall?" she asked. "Absolutely, let’s leave now, Ros," Rinaldo replied tenderly. "We’ll be going now, Mr. Mario," Rinaldo said, smiling with a look of triumph as he put his arm around Rosita’s shoulder, and led her toward the building’s exit.

"You're going to pay for that." Diego's eyes widened as Rafael's fists pummeled his face. He tried to defend himself, but Rafael was too strong. Just as Rafael was about to deliver the final blow, Rosalina appeared, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Ah-ah, Rafael. I don't think so," she said, her voice dripping with malice. Rafael's head snapped up, his eyes locking onto Rosalina. "You," he snarled.

I pushed open the bedroom door and found Xavier lying on the bed with Rosalina resting peacefully on his chest. "What’s going on? What’s wrong?" I gasped, breathless. "I missed you," he pouted, "and Rose kept punching my face." I growled, rolling my eyes. "You mean I sprinted across half the territory because you were being abused by a toddler?" "Yes," he said smugly. "You’re unbelievable." "Thanks." "That wasn’t a compliment." "Mmmmmm… AHHHHHHHHH!" Rosalina screamed happily. I flopped onto the bed beside them, causing her to bounce slightly. Xavier raked his fingers through her blonde hair, his expression soft and full of adoration.

Leo continued. “Viktor Marino is the strongest suspect right now.” She said without a stutter. “Who else would stand to gain from their deaths as much as him?” The room went so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. I raised my glass, taking a slow gulp of my drink. “Careful, Rosa. Don’t just throw accusations like that.” My lips stretched in an easy smile devoid of humor. “It’s Rosalind to you.” She said, checking her nails. “Everyone is thinking it. I just said it out loud.”