Pauline X Rosalina Novels & Stories

As soon as she walked into the kitchen, Evelina froze, shocked to see that Rosalina was already there, looking fresh and relaxed. “Hey, Evelina,” Rosalina greeted her with a warm smile that left Evelina shocked. Rosalina did not look like a woman who had been afraid of sleeping alone the previous night. Not wanting to look intimidated by Rosalina’s presence, Evelina smiled. “Good morning, Rosalina... I see you look fresh today,” Evelina pointed out. To her surprise, Rosalina smiled again. However, her smile was not normal. She smiled like a villain who was secretly concocting a dangerous plan.

Salvatore stared at her with curiosity and attention. "It's strange that the doorman believes you and Simon are together when apparently he's still having his 'visits,'" Salvatore said. Paulina returned to putting products in the cabinet, not paying attention to what she was doing, while forcing herself to have a steady hand, the pain in her belly increasing. Mirela was so kind, and she was deceiving her.

Rosalie wasn’t wearing heels now; she had a pair of white converse sneakers on with a pair of bright pink overalls. It was comical because his wife was 5 foot nothing and Selena was 5’11. “I could speak to the chef who cooks our meals about adding something for you. But I’m sure what your preferences are…” Rosalie extended an invitation yet to Roman’s ears it sounded like she was telling Selena to fuck off.

"Well... she is someone who hates Bianca even more than we do." Rosina nodded her head in agreement as she smiled, which made Annalie look back at her mother still unsure... "Hate is even an underrated word," Rosina said as she walked closer to them.. She stretched out her hand. “Rosina Rose Carter. It’s nice to meet you.”She held her hand out toward Annalie. For a moment, Annalie only stared at it. She slowly looked back at her mother, still trying to understand why she was involving another person in this feud…

Xavier harshly cupped her wobbling chin and glared in her red eyes fiercely. "Rosaline Valentino, let me do it easily because you won't like it if I go hard on you", he growled. Rosaline didn't like the way he addressed her as Valentino. Her tears dried on their own. She slapped his hands away and glared him back. "I am Rosaline Knight not Valentino and I am completely in my fucking senses. Xavier is my man and I only belong to him"

“I suggest you don’t, you’ll hurt him more than he already is.” “I don’t know who you think you are, but I suggest you take your hand off of me,” Rosalie growled as Paul smirked at her with his grip still around her wrist, “I’m afraid I can’t do that,” he replied just as Giovanni entered the room to see Paul holding his mate’s wrist. A low growl filled the room as they turned to see Giovanni, who shook in anger.

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

he quietly prompted. “Your mother wanted to betroth you to Aurora because she thinks she can help the Cunards, as well as you, and herself. Paul is traditionally English and he is a Baronet so he is also a member of the English peer. Your mother knew that Rosalie and Paul were hoping for a son to inherit the vast holdings, estates of both families. Rosalie Cunard is a Countess in Austria. She has vast holdings herself. It was also your mother’s form of retaliation against her critics knowing that she’ll eradicate all their daughters’ chances of wedding you. You were quite a handsome little boy, and the ol’ American mothers are beginning to make their mark by pairing their daughters to you. Y

"At that time, Rosalina vehemently snapped at the man. She insisted that the child she was carrying back then was not Ronan's, but rather the biological child of her husband." Thud! I slammed my fist onto the counter, my knuckles still slick with blood. Hearing Mama Melissa’s account, my hands instantly clenched into tight fists until the veins prominently bulged. Damn it! Rosalina's name was popping up yet again. Even though that demonic woman was clearly rotting away and no longer in this world, the legacy of her sins just kept continuously disrupting our lives.