Pauline X Rosalina Novels & Stories

"Of course she didn't tell Rosemary's mother that she is the queen of the supernaturals. Instead, she told her she was a foreigner from another country who came to Australia to tour the surrounding area, but I guessed Pauline was doubtful." "Pauline?" Rosemary muttered. "Yeah, that's her name. I tell you, she is not her name....well, as I was saying, Rosemary's mother found out that she is more than what a natural human may be. Pauline planned to show her to the whole world, she planned to reveal to the other people that supernatural beings are real, and she was risking her life while doing it."

Patrick went downstairs and met Irene at garden, she was planting some seeds and transplanting some flowers. "Do you need help with that Mrs Ross?? Patrick asked as he rolled up his sleeves. "I wouldn't mind some help." Irene said with a smile Unlike her husband Kel, Irene loved to know people before she judged if they were good or bad. Patrick helped her plant some more seeds, watered some flowers and then removed some weeds. They really didn't do much, The Rosses already had a gardener but Irene still loved to do some gardening once in a while.

Positioning myself and breaking the door using my force, causing a loud sound and the door breaking open. I couldn't process anything in my head as my legs took me towards a man straddling Rose. She was not someone to straddle and take advantage of. I saw a knife and I rip him off her punching him square in his face and holding his throat just like he did to her. I saw the man and a girl running to Rose to help her as one of them call 911.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

I raised my brows leisurely In mischief and let smoke dribble out of my nostrils again. The boys cheered loudly and clapped excitedly. "more drinks for everyone! " some scantily clad young girls soon came in with trays. In the tray was different assortment of wine. One of the girls, Bella, caught my eyes. She gave me a suggestive wink. I cocked up a brow in encouragement. The girls were all under my payroll, they warmed my boys bed on cold nights. So while the girls served us, I turned on the TV. The news about the abduction was already in the news. I scoffed loudly.

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.

and hurries over to where I am standing before walking by. Rosalina whom she was just standing beside, gives a side glance to me and although no word is utter by her in the first few seconds I can already decipher that she doesn't like me— Anna very much. Rosalina is the Wilsons trusted cook, and the sixty-two-year-old woman wasn't just the Wilson's cook, she was also Eli's godmother. Eli asked Anna to get along with Rosalina since she also lived at the mansion and she promised to do her best. And a rule #20: "Try as much as possible to get along with Rosalina" was made for that sole reason.

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.

Paul: I'm sorry dad, I don't know what came over me, I regret my actions King Roland: Who was the lady you were with? Don't even lie to me! Paul: Paris, the baker's daughter King Roland: (to a guard) Go to Mr Smith's house and fetch me his daughter. Guard: Yes my king Paul: Dad, please leave her out of this, She doesn't deserve to be punished alongside me, it was all my fault. King Roland: Quiet! ********************* (Meanwhile) (Paris sneaks back into the house and her father)