Pauline X Rosalina Novels & Stories

There was a hint of accusation in his voice. A glimmer flashed across Jane’s lifeless eyes. It was weak. Before it could blossom, it dimmed and vanished. No one saw the humiliation that flashed across her lifeless eyes. He that mischief hatcheth, mischief catcheth. Heh, the cruel persecution Rosaline had to endure before she died? Rosaline was the one who had prepared that for Jane… Sean lifted his leg before his movement stopped mid-air. Then, he slowly placed his leg down and faced the old butler. He said without any emotions, “I’ll talk about her in a bit.”

I say looking at her. Goddess she's so innocent, yet she's been through hell. There was a sudden knock on the door "come in" I say as I watch two of the maids come in, one with food and one with some clothes for rosaline."Just leave them there on the table please" they nodded then left. "U-um Xavier?" Rosaline says to me. I turn towards her, "Yes little one" I walk up to her and take her hand and kiss the back of it, as I kneel in front of her to get eye level with her.

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

An elegant old woman came to pinch her cheek. "Don't hurt the poor girl's cheek Rosalina" Grandpa Xander said holding her hand. "This is my wife" he introduced. "Nice to meet you" She replied. Her eyes was getting dizzy already and she wants to leave. Seconds feels like hours as the kept on greeted people. Chloe is sure doing a big work. "You should meet Luxury. Lucas younger sister" Rosalina said leading her to an elegant lady. She is just Avery's height having this unique round face. Her aura was calm. Their eye met and Avery forced a smile to her.

Rose said in attitude. “Then go who stopped you from going?” Paul said mocking her. “You Rascal, you have to remove your cycle then only I can go idiot.” Rose said. “See your car can’t do anything to my cycle I can control what I will do” Paul said smirking. “Shut up you do hell with your cycle and get out” Rose Shouted angry “Why will I go? I came here first you go I don’t care” Paul said passing naughty smile to her.

LAURA’S POV “She would be fine in the next one hour.” Paulina said, touching Gova’s neck. She’d given her the best of her antidotes and herbal mixtures, bringing her fever to an end, and soothing her to sleep. “Thank you, Paulina.” I said, glad that my friend had been healed by the pack’s healer, Paulina. “So?” Paulina turned to the Omega. “Where did you pluck this rose from?” The Omega stared thoughtfully at the poisoned rose on the floor, then she spoke up.

This mix of scents was kind of nice and not at all overpowering to the senses. “You’re early, Oliver,” piped the hobbit-sized woman manning the counter toward the back of the shop. “Don’t you have school?” “Called in sick, Dolores,” Ollie replied genially. “Got my order ready?” “Of course, I did,” the frizzy-haired, glasses-wearing florist replied. “I know it’s an important day for you.” Dolores disappeared underneath her counter and came back up moments later with a white box in her hands big enough to nearly cover the entire upper half of her body.

Sometimes, I tell myself that we should take the time to sit down around a table together, even if it means putting a vase overflowing with fresh roses just like things were at the start of our flame, to encourage us, to tell us that everything can go back but do I want to? I met Paul at a party. It's a pretty mundane place. I was holding a cocktail in my frail hands, and he shoved me. He still tells me today that it was all a happy accident. Happy because I changed his life. He, too, changed mine. If only my thoughts could enlighten him, put him on the right track. In 'Paul,' I hear a little the softness of the word 'shoulder,' and I find it as comforting as a hot bath when everything is gr

But first, I had to endure the pantomime one last time. Tonight was the engagement gala at The Velvet Room. A display for the Five Families: the Moretti name restored to respect through my marriage to the Rossi heir. My victory lap. My final performance. I should have known the script would change. Isabella Conti walked in. My half-sister. The living reminder of the woman who destroyed my mother, draped in white silk and a smirk. When my champagne flute slipped, staining her pristine Louboutins, instinct made me reach for Alexander. He pushed me away.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.