Peach Vs Rosalina Novels & Stories

It’s him! “What have you brought here? Explain yourselves or die.” “Sir, we present you the Red Rose. The huntress you have wanted dead for many years. She came here today, in the guise of a prisoner, with the intention to kill you. We convinced her that we would work for her, knowing that it would allow us to bring her to you, unaware of the danger she would be in. She is at your mercy, to do with as you wish Sir. She also has another identity; this woman is the new Luna of the Blue Flame pack.”

I trailed off, a thought popping into my mind “Is that what all these is about?” “All what?” Rosaline asked in an indignant tone “You are just faking this hatred and anger to hide the fact that you are actually my fan girl. Are you stalking me, Rosaline Pierce? Because as much as that sounds cute, I am not really into clingy girls!” A shit eating grin appeared on my face as her face turned red like she was going to combust any moment from now “Oh my!!!” Rosaline screamed, unable to form any coherent statement “Fuck you Blake Del Monté “

She was now staring at her empty legs in a daze while blood continued to pour down her gaping wound. Rosalia, who was the most beautiful among the witches after maintaining her youth, had her face scratched and her proud breasts torn from her body after it bear the brunt of the wolf’s savage attack. Her flattened chest leaked blood as she cried in horror while covering her skinned face. The way her face was heavily mutilated, no amount of magic could heal it back to its former glory. Ricoz, who was floating next to Michelle, regained a semblance of consciousness after the blurred series of events right after the huge wolf materialized into a fast shadow-like creature.

Rosabella also now knows that Anne and Sarah are no longer her stepsisters. Rosabella felt her heartache in pain as she was worried about Emperor Carl, and she lay back on her bed. Luke knew that he could no longer call Paige his wife after hearing from Ian, and he knew that Sarah and Anne were no longer his stepdaughters. Rosabella wants to have a second look at the 8th Royal Kingdom's scroll, and she brisk walks to the room where the scrolls are kept. Rosabella walked over to the slot and found the 8th Royal Kingdom's scroll. She pulled the scroll out as she quickly walked over to a table, and she unrolled the scroll out on the table.

"Of course, my Luna. What is it?" "Ostin. The vanguard warrior with the blue eyes," Rosalie began, keeping her voice low. "Yesterday at the training grounds, he deliberately slammed into me. The hatred in his gaze... it felt entirely personal. Do you know who he is?" Marta’s cheerful demeanor vanished in an instant. She paled, her eyes darting nervously toward the heavy chamber doors before she stepped closer to Rosalie, dropping her voice to an urgent whisper.

"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…

Brutally, Rosetta kept punching or pulling the princess’s hair. “Lucas is forever mine!“ shouted Rosetta, lose her anger. When it wasn’t enough to finish off Princess Sonya, suddenly the whole chapel shook. The floor beneath Rosetta’s foot cracks.

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

" She tucked her hair away and picked her juice glass. "You!..." Lady Rosa gasped, too furious that she stuttered. "You might have some level of power now but this is abominable! Why would common maids..." "Like you weren't one of them." Natalia malicioisly snorted and faced her pie. The flavour was just too perfect! "Can I have some cream on it?" She innocently fluttered her lashes. Louis nodded and Natalia gestured for him to add more, ignoring the dumbstruck woman.

And she wasn't Rose. So whatever they'd had—if it had ever been anything at all—was gone. All that remained was Mickey's hatred. His face was dark as storm clouds as he stepped forward, planting his foot hard on Chloe's chest, pinning her down as he stared down at her. "Tell me," he said coldly. "Why did you pretend to be Rose? How did you know all those things?" Chloe shook her head, eyes brimming with tears. But Mickey was past his limit. He pressed down harder.