Peach Vs Rosalina Novels & Stories

"And who is this vision of loveliness? Surely this is Persephone herself, stolen from the world above to grace our underworld with her beauty." I felt heat rise in my cheeks at the extravagant compliment, but Salvatore stepped protectively between us. "This is Rosa, my assistant," he said firmly. "She's here on business matters only." Ruggero's eyes twinkled with mischief as he studied Salvatore's defensive posture. "Ah, but what exquisite taste you have in assistants, amico. Though I suspect her duties extend beyond filing paperwork." "Careful, Ruggero." The warning in Salvatore's voice was unmistakable, but the larger man seemed unperturbed. He executed an elaborate bow in my direction.

But really, I was picturing her face as Amelia's. "No, Sandro. This is called BBL. Do you like them now? I wanted it much bigger since I know your preference; big boobs and perky nipples. Here are they, touch them." A frown replaced the smile on her face when I didn't reply her and focused on sipping the wine in my hand. "Don't you like them, Sandro?" Rosalie pouted, "why aren't you responding? Don't you like them? Look at them, my tits are perky, just the way you like it."

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

Carly's POV Rosaline's blush deepened as she confessed, "I have a major crush on him. Like, I-can't-stop-thinking-about-him kind of crush." April squealed, bouncing up and down. "Ohmygosh, Roz! Who is he?" Rosaline giggled, her eyes sparkling. "I'll never tell... yet." Camilla chimed in, "We'll get it out of you eventually." Just then, Lucien and Augustine strolled into the room, their laughter filling the space.

[Diego’s POV] I tear my gaze away from Kate and fix it on Rosalie again so I can watch her shriek and claw in an attempt to break free of Anthrose’s grip. If he were anyone else, I knew that she would succeed, but with luck, Anthrose was a true warrior, and his strength was almost on par with my own. “Are you going to just stand there?” He growls now. “Help me calm your fucking woman!” “She isn’t…” Kate begins, but stops as Rosalie’s glowing blue gaze comes to rest on her and a terrifying snarl escapes her lips.

She clapped her hands as if she was pleased, "His grandfather really has eyes." My cheeks heated when I understood what she meant. "I'm Yekatherina, but you can call me Yeka. It's nice to finally have another female apart from Anya," she said and held out her hand. "Rosaline, but you can call me Rose," I shook it. "That's great. I'm Alexei's close friend and his assassin," she said with pride. She was beautiful with her straight blonde hair and bottle green eyes. She was slim and tall, taller than me.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

Cheryl has already taken steps to kick Rose. Cuih! No, it wasn't Rose who spat, but Cheryl. The girl spat right on Rose's expensive shoe. Rose came closer to Cheryl, pressed against the wall, tugged at Cheryl's hair. Even so, Cheryl could feel how soft and large Rose's breasts were, compared to hers, which were very flat.

Rosalina. To be continued…

She had succeeded in snatching Sergio away from her and now, she was at peace. Angrily, she stomped over to where Rosana sat, eating her fruits, and snatched the bowl away. "You unbelievable b*tch" Rosana sighed and leaned back in her seat. She was angry that Vicenta took away her fruits but refused to show it. The last thing she wanted to do was dance along to her tunes. "You are not going to say anything, are you?" Vicenta asked, curling her hands into a fist. "Nope!" Rosana replied popping the P. "You can enjoy the fruits, I am leaving"