Rosalee Grimm Novels & Stories

Grim chuckled and said, “Now, now. I know I’ve got the looks, but I’m speaking for my lady.” Rose rolled her eyes and facepalmed. “I’m looking for someone,” she said, trying to regain her composure. Grim raised an eyebrow. “Who exactly are you looking for?” Rose replied plainly, “My mother—Vanessa Castlevania.” Grim’s eyes widened in surprise before he burst into laughter. Rose frowned, clearly annoyed. “What’s so funny?” she demanded. Grim composed himself, still chuckling. “Vanessa was my predecessor.” Rose’s eyes lit up with hope. “Can you take me to her?”

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

Amelia rambled on. Rosalie sighed and reluctantly walked towards the communal area and waited along with a few other girls. She was glad Melissa was also among the chosen ones. "Hello," a sweet chirpy voice caught their attention. Rosalie looked up. Grace stood in front of them. Her long golden hair curled lazily on her back. 'She is gorgeous! much better looking than me, and perfectly compatible with Chris,' Rosalie sighed and bowed her head in submission.

She forgot the journalists’ questions and grabbed my still‑healing arm. The wound reopened under her pull, and drops of blood fell to the floor. “Joseph, how could you be so despicable? You know Derek is innocent, yet you bribed reporters and hired online trolls. Do you want to ruin his reputation?” Her grip tightened around my wrist with great force. A sharp cracking sound followed. Pain washed over me, and a faint taste of blood filled my mouth. Derek pulled her away and acted generous. “Jaime, it’s alright. I believe Joseph wouldn’t do that.”

It accelerated into a river that was almost completely frozen. After I got up, I spotted Rosalia, who was running toward me from a distance and crying. “That was a wonderful jump. Looks like it’s not your first rodeo.” Noah smiled and draped a thick cashmere coat over my shoulders. “Donna! I missed you so much!" Rosalia threw herself at me and embraced me tightly, “You've lost more weight!” “Grace.” Noah held up a black umbrella to shield us from the snow, “No, not Grace. Grace Whitmore is dead from now on. Have you thought about a new name?”

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

Greyson pats Rosie’s arm, and grins at her, “Rosie, what if we combine the glamour with a baffle, then it could keep the sound out too, but we could see and hear what’s going on outside of it. The perfect camouflage.” She grins and nods, they move back to the fire and their supplies and start tinkering together, flipping through their grimoires and talking excitedly at the prospect of it. He looks back at Celine, who’s kneeling next to the unconscious Vampire at his feet with her hand on his head.

Our cab had already arrived, so we got in and headed straight for Reno’s Boutique — one of the biggest in New York. I’d only heard about the place from Marielle, but stepping inside was something else entirely. The glass walls gleamed, the scent of expensive perfume filled the air, and designer dresses shimmered under the warm lights. I ran my fingers across one of them, smiling a little for the first time in days. Tessa and I started browsing through the racks. When we reached the trousers section, I picked a few to try on — and that was when I saw her. Marielle. She was clinging to Adrian’s arm like her life depended on it, laughing too loudly, too sweetly. The moment her eyes met mine, he

"Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!" - Thirty minutes later, Alfie rushed into the study, clearly panicking. "Mr. Garnett! We've searched the whole villa, but there's no sign of Ms. Smith! But… But…" John clicked his tongue, pursing his lips as he narrowed his eyes sharply. "But, what? Speak properly!" Alfie took a deep breath, and did his best to finish his sentence. "We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!"