Rosalie Cullen Backstory Novels & Stories

“You don’t understand. My blood… it’s cursed. I didn’t know it then, but that night with Caden… I took his wolf. It’s why he’s changed, why he’s been so volatile. If he finds out, he’ll never forgive me. And Rollan, he’ll be caught in the middle.” Kael’s breath hitched, his eyes widening. “You… took his wolf?” He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the small space. “That’s why he’s been like this. The anger, the restlessness. I thought it was the council, the pressure… but it was you.” “I didn’t mean to,” she said, tears spilling now. “I didn’t know what I was until it was too late. Rosalie told me after Rollan was born. I’ve been trying to protect him ever since.”

Sadly, he was assassinated when he was asleep, and the murderer behind his death was never found. When they reached the third, it was a woman with dark brown hair reaching her lower back. Her blue eyes shone brightly against her pale, freckled, skin. Xandar then said, “This is the one I wanted to show you. Her name was Rosalie Tatiana Caberel. She was an expert in medicine, and was both loved and hated for her quick mind and sharp tongue. She went through two rejections in her lifetime before meeting her third chance mate, the Crowned Prince.” Lucianne’s surprised eyes locked with Xandar’s smiling ones. Lucianne herself went through rejections before meeting Xandar, too. What a coincidence!

His voice was cold and ruthless: "Those people you care about are my counters Don't try to pull any trick." She hung up the phone and slapped her face with cool water to adjust herself. When she came to the magazine office, Nessia, another editor, rushed to her and said, "Rosalie, your aunt is sitting in a wheelchair pushed by your uncle. Your uncle seems to be in a bad mood." Rosalie pushed the door in. Once inside, she saw her uncle Ken's fat body spread out on the sofa with a sleepy face with a torn dress on the desk. That was the dress she weared when Victor raped her. She threw it in the trash when she came back last night.

At his words, Richard’s eyes grow wide with shock, and I immediately know that he must know the story behind mine and Gil’s being separated for so long. “This is the sister?” He asks now, continuing to eye me. “Goddess, she is quite the beauty. Is she as powerful as she is claimed to be?” “She is,” Gil grins. “So, I’d suggest you treat her nicely.” “It’s nice to meet you,” I say as a bought of laughter escapes both men. “I’m Rosalie De’Evangaline.” “Richard Tutor,” Richard responds, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips. “The pleasure is mine.”

Rosemary hadn't been having a good rest since she heard the alleged news about Roseline, what she actually was. A demon? Now she was with the most intent to expose her secret; the same secret her father had failed to expose for a long time now. If really she was the actual person who killed her mother, she would destroy her. And now, she had decided, the first person to was going to tell was Lucian. No wonder he liked her so much. She must have bewitched his mind so much that he had already gone blind to notice.

She was even the first to confess her feelings to him. Zara scoffed."Isn't that a dumb question?" "Tell me what other reason would possibly make someone date a billionaire if not money." "You're horrible. You're a gold digger," Rosaline spat. "That, I'm aware of. Don't you wonder who I killed that made me go to jail?" Zara asked with a sinister smile. "No one cares about that," Rosaline said, her chest heaving in anger. "News flash, I will still tell you whether you care or not. You've known almost everything. I killed Brandon Powells," she said. Everyone's eyes widened. Hailey never knew who she killed. But hearing who it was now, sent shivers down her spine.

Vines and foliage seem to come out of her mouth and nose and ears and then it blossomed into a red rose. Is this real? Or is this a sweven caused by the ambrosia’s curse? The face of her P.E. teacher and her fellow college students are the last thing that registered in her mind before she fell into a hole of pitch blackness. *** Romaine was in the middle of talking to her art gallery curator when her phone rang. Rozelyn suddenly collapsed; unconscious. She apologized to the curator and swiftly drove to her step daughter’s school. Romaine was still panting even though she and Rozelyn were already in the latter’s bedroom. She already changed her stepdaughter’s clothes and even put a lukewarm c

“Whatever it is. We’ll figure it out together. I promise.” Before I could even reply. I heard some voices. They were coming from outside. “Did you hear? She faked it” “Yeah. Rosa said that she cheated in the hunt. That Cullen was the one that saved her stupid ass.” “She’s not even that strong. Probably just some stupid trick.” Cullen's eyes became dark. So dark with anger. “Rosa.” He hissed. I sighed. “Of course.” I didn’t know much about that Rosa girl. But it looked like she always had something to say. I could almost imagine her face smirking inside my head. But I knew that she was pained that I beat her ass.

He asked. “Are you Alpha Nolan from the Blue Blood Pack?” Rosana asked, her voice shaking in fear. “You are quite a smart one, it took you minutes to figure out who I am,” Nolan acknowledged, confirming his identity. Rosana covered her mouth with her hand to prevent her from screaming, the tales of Alpha Nolan were whispered in fear in the Blue Blood pack, it was said that ten years ago he had brutally murdered everyone in his family, rumors had it that his wolf was cursed causing him to become bloodlust, it had taken great effort for the pack members to unite and capture him and banish him from the pack.

She straightened up and the teasing grin on her face and the sultry voice all disappeared. "Rosie! is everything okay, I mean, with Noah?" Candace asked sweetly, her features full of anxiety and worry "They are taking him to the hospital" Rosaline replied quietly "I wanted to check on Blake too. He is one of us, so we can't take sides, right?? Rosaline gave a curt nod , one that said she was not in the mood to talk. "Goodnight love birds " Candace sang , her lips twitching into a knowing smile and her voice all sugary and fake