Peach Vs Rosalina Novels & Stories

She was just so amazed at it. “Rosalie.” Mama Chika called as she entered the nock. Rosalie yelped startled as she was deep in thought out her Dragon Knight. “I’m sorry dear. We got to figure out something so we stop scaring you.” “Its okay. I’m not normally as deep in though as I was.” Rosalie smiled happily as she moved the last of the clean fruit to the counter and dried her hands on the apron around her waist. “I have a young women asking about you. Her name is Avalon and would like to have a word.” Mama Chika spoke gently. The women seemed nice and all but she didn’t trust her specially when it came to her sweet Rosalie.

her eyes moved to Dairo, whose gaze didn't shift from them. “Do I say, Mrs Cinammone eyes.” Lina gawked at Rosealba for a fleeting second, rolling her eyes off. Rosealba’s lips twitched. She dropped her glass cup on the table, and poured some wine into her glass cup. “Save the blame for your brother, Lina. He exhibits the best of attitude and served the best cock I have ever had.” “Not like you have had any.” Rosealba shut her a death glare in the face of a mock offense.

I staggered, but hands shot out grabbing my arm to steady me. “I'm so sorry, Miss.” I frowned slightly at the vaguely familiar voice. My eyes trailed from the faded black T-shirt to a soldier's tag dangling on his neck. Then— Familiar brown eyes stared back at me. His mouth hung open, his eyes wide in disbelief. My feet grew heavy. No. I stepped backwards, shaking my head repeatedly. “No.” “No.” “No.” “Rosie.” My lips quivered as tears blurred my vision. “Rosalina?” “No.”

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She wore a green blazer over a white shirt that had the logo Raven’s Banquet splashed across it, a thin, stylish belt around equally stylish black slacks, and all-black kicks I absolutely loved. “Hi,” I replied, sounding a little awkward. I never know what to do during these first encounters in the wilds. “Um...” “I’m Emma Routh, your peer guide,” she said just before linking her arm around mine, which is when she leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Don’t worry, I’m not really this clingy, but sticking close to you should keep the hyenas at bay for now.” And that’s when I decided that I didn’t hate her.

Don't forget, she wears azalea-colored kitten heels. Rosa has a round face shape with fair light skin, she has an upturned eye chart. She is a beautiful girl, but she has an unfriendly nature with other people. Lux walked up to Rosa and called out to her, “Rosa!” When Rosa heard a familiar voice calling out to her, she turned and saw Lux was already beside her. She called back her best friend, "Lux!" At that moment, Rosa saw Lux's casual and relaxed appearance. She was amazed and shocked that Lux appearance always looks boyish.

Lady Vita blinks, “Where are your parents?” A flash of something flashes on the little girl’s eyes, but it was too quick that even Lady Vita couldn’t tell what it just was. With a voice stronger than what she used a moment ago, the little girl puffs her chest, staring at Lady Vita straight in the eyes. “Did you not hear me? I have Alpha blood. Make me a Royal Consort!”

Someone. I pushed past Lucien. And froze. The man standing there wore a black hood and a mask that covered half his face. But I recognized the tattoo on his neck. A black rose. He looked straight at me. And then he said two words that knocked the air from my lungs. “Hello, Alessia.”

“I am Luna Rosalia. Cassian Mate and I’m guessing you are Ruby, his new mistress.” I opened my mouth, then shut it again. What was I supposed to say? This day was only getting more and more bizarre. She turned to Cassian. “Does she speak?” “Yes, I speak—sorry—uhm, I’m Ruby, but well you already know that…” I rambled on. “Isn’t she cute,” Rosalia cooed, with a smile on her face. She looked… excited. “She is.” Cassian agrees to my surprise. “I’ll meet you at the dining hall, Rosalia.” He pressed a kiss on her forehead, before letting her go.

I smirk against her hair and press my nose to it, inhaling deeply. “Mmm. You smell like peaches and sin,” I murmur against her damp skin. “I’m fucked.” Rosalie giggles softly, her voice a little hoarse. “You were already fucked the moment I walked into your life, Ezra.” “Touché,” I grin, and tilt her head back gently to look at me. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, glowing with that post-orgasm haze, and still… still she looks like trouble. My kind of trouble.