Pauline X Rosalina Novels & Stories

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.

"Rose, what's going on with you and Paul? You wouldn't have acted like this before." If she had wanted to be with me, Rose had plenty of chances. She would not have waited until now to make a move on me. Hearing my words, Rose froze for a moment. Then she buried her face in my shoulder and started crying. "Kyle, you have to help me. Paul's not human. Look at what he did to me." As she spoke, Rose lifted her clothes. I saw bruises, purple and black marks crisscrossing her thighs and back.

And when that is the look that Rosario gives him, he can no longer refuse. Since Roberto's death, Rosario has become Paulyn's legal guardian. And even when Roberto was still alive, his sister, Rosario, has become his friend's partner in raising Paulyn because Paulyn's mother also passed away after she gave birth to Paulyn. And he is the living witness to how Rosario supports then-sixteen-year-old Paulyn to move on with life even without her dear father. He also knew how much Rosario loved Paulyn. Just like she said, she always tries to give everything that Paulyn wants and needs. Rosario also did not fail to pay attention to Paulyn no matter how busy she was in her job as a police officer. R

"Something afflicting. Something prominent, bad. At least that's how I see it but again, it's all about interpretation and mine may not really be what the artist was trying to portray." "Very true." Rosie and Anthony both turned around when an unfamiliar voice cut between their discussion. Another youthful looking man stood behind them, peering at the painting thoughtfully. This man was buff and tall, short and curly hair. He had a strong resemblance to Raoul Bova. "Michael," he nodded a greeting towards the pair. Rosie inhaled deeply, feeling intimidated by the new presence. She wasn't used to this many people initiating conversations with her. "Anthony and this is Rosie."

The make artist focused on making me look beautiful. My mind wasn’t here at all. “I’m fine,Roseline. Just a bit jittery.” I said and she nodded. “You’re good to go.” The costumier said and I looked at myself in the mirror. She had done a very beautiful job and I nodded. “Let’s get going,Princess.” Juliet said and I started to walk. Roseline walked in the front and I dragged Juliet back a bit. “Have you seen Xavier? I haven’t seen him and I’m worried sick.” I said and Juliet smiled and shrugged.

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.

Roseline Palmer: Roseline Palmer is a determined and ambitious young woman with expressive hazel eyes. Her long and graceful Chestnut hair, adding to her approachable charm. Standing at an average height of 5"8, she exudes confidence and resilience. She normally dresses like a smart secretary during work and casual baggy clothing in her private hours. She loves fruits and dislikes excessive wastage of good food, she's the submissive type and extremely daring when angered. Roseline's POV

ROSALINE I was in the living room reading a novel when I heard the front door open and I saw Vincenzo walk in with Bianca behind him. "Hi," I waved at Vincenzo. He gave me a warm smile, "It's good to see you're in good condition, Rose." "Thank you," I smiled and yelped in surprise when Bianca engulfed me in a bone crushing hug. "Please endure her, she has had a lot of sugar today. I'll see you ladies later," he chuckled and walked into the hallway.

I was kneeling in the center of it, barefoot, damp, exhausted, dressed in one of Mirabella’s old faded house gowns with bleach stains across the hem, looking less like family and more like the servant Rosalina constantly reminded me I was. “Oh, calm down, honey.” Rosalina’s voice flowed like silk dipped in poison. “No one is marrying you off to a dead man. I would never do such a horrible thing to my daughter.” A small laugh followed. Soft. Controlled. Cruel. My scrubbing slowed. I lifted my eyes just enough to see Rosalina seated elegantly on the velvet couch, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of red wine balanced between her fingers. Her lips curled.