Princesses Rosalina Novels & Stories

--- My princess, I need energy, I don't know if you noticed but I'm a big and strong male, I need to eat a lot-- I say looking at her again, my gaze passes over her whole body, I know I must look like a pervert, but this woman drives me crazy She bites her lower lip, which makes my situation worse, my friend wants to be released Deep breath --- But it's just a little piece darling, I'd offer mine what you're doing, but he doesn't seem to care about it, I think he likes meat-- he says making a face, looks like someone didn't like the idea of her baby eating meat. She knows very well how to blackmail someone, she knows very well that I would rather give her all my bread and see her eat hers th

She pulled the scroll out as she quickly walked over to a table, and she unrolled the scroll out on the table. Rosabella got a piece of paper, and she wrote the names of her birth parents. Rosabella looked at the names of her birth parents, and she spoke. "So, my real parents' names are Ivan and Victoria. They are the King and Queen of the Kingdom of Rose-Snow-Gold. So I am a princess and royalty. I wonder what the name of the Kingdom that the late Queen is from." Rosabella walked over to the slot, and she got every Royal Kingdoms' scrolls out. Rosabella placed them on a chair as she slowly unrolled the scrolls and placed them to one side.

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.

I had to do this right, so my efforts won't be in vain. I walked into her room and walked around, searching for anything that could give me a clue about her secret life. I knew the princess was smart and really quick witted. As I walk around the room, I passed the window. As I looked out, I saw her. Crying, amongst the flowers. She was always amongst the sunflowers. I guess she really liked them. I really felt bad for her, having to be forced to do something you don't want to, but have no choice to. I know how it felt.

I’m not here to match. I’m here to conquer. Rosalina steps forward and latches onto my hand with both of hers, like we’re old friends and not predator and prey. “I must say, thank you again for letting me be part of the event,” she chirps, eyes wide with false gratitude. “I can’t believe I get to wear such nice clothes and watch the party from here. It’s all so magical.” Her voice is syrupy sweet, too polished to be sincere—like honey poured over something rotting underneath.

Suddenly all the twenty-one ladies present bow at once in unison to submit to Rosaline. We were shocked but I saw Wonder delighted. I asked what is the meaning of this? Beauty, replied, Prince we have been exposed to the fact that a lady by the name of Rosaline an architect by profession is part of your divine mandate. So we are overwhelmed to meet her at a time like this. Rosaline oh please be on your feet. She responded with shock. Nora asked me, in the books of the elites it has been stated that you are supposed to have gone to the ocean god palace for the eyes of the dragon. Does Prince have the story in the books of the elites been full-field?

“I am deeply sorry for any inconvenience that may have caused you, Your Royal Majesty.” Ariana giggles. Sitting up on the bed, she plasters a confident smirk on her lips and says, “That’s right. I am the princess; bow before me!” She commands something that I assume was supposed to be some sort of evil laugh, and I do not know if I am to be concerned or not. Either way, I grab a pillow and throw it at her face; it knocks her back down on the bed in an instant, and she squeals with surprise. I use that moment to grab Rosaline once again and kiss her with everything I have. I wanted more, but with Ariana’s presence and the pending meeting, I knew it was not possible.

As expected, her special guards were at the door, waiting for her and as soon as she stepped out, they followed her behind, accompanying her as she walked. Roseline walked slowly, counting her steps and just staring blankly at the floor. She couldn't tell what exactly was debilitating her body - her experience with the King or the fact that he wanted her back into his room that same night? She really couldn't tell. She was walking so absent mindedly, she didn't notice Princess Cara who was coming in front of her, glaring daggers at her. Roseline didn't notice and Cara purposely made her jewelry slip from her wrist and fall right in front of her

I told Rosalinda. “I understand my milady.” Roselinda said. “Why do you call the king master?’ I asked Roselinda. “I'm not a werewolf I'm not a subject of this land he's not my king so he's my master I work for him in return I live in his castle.” She informed me

Everyone else then shifts, the sound of their bones shifting fills the air. "Let's go" I commanded them, everyone growled in unison. Arlo standing up and taking off running. Everyone is following us. **** Rosaline's POV: Everything is bright. Am I dead? I look around, I'm sitting on the ground. "My dear child, no, you're not dead. I brought you here into my realm." says an unknown voice. "What? Who are you? Realm?" I say looking around seeing a shadow coming out of the light. A beautiful woman with silverish hair like mine with a crown with Crescent Moons on it, appears in front of me.