Novel & Cerita Rosalie Cullen Backstory

“Why does everyone assume I need a tragic backstory to justify what I am?” Adrian said, strolling slowly toward me like he had all the time in the world. His eyes locked on mine as he continued, “Oh no, honey. It isn't because mummy dearest died giving birth to me. Or because dear old dad was too busy to tuck me in at night" He stopped when he was directly in front of me. So close that his tall frame was towering intimidatingly over me. I lifted my chin stubbornly to look him in the eye, refusing to cower. He smirked at that, his hand going to swipe a stray strand of hair from my face. “Some of us,” he murmured, “are not broken.” His eyes darkened. “Some of us are just s

In my previous life, I married the Underboss of the Marino family to forge an alliance between our mafia families. However, he treated me with nothing but cold indifference. In the end, he conspired with his mistress and left me to burn alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was 22 years old once more. I was back at that party where he had locked me out for her sake. This time, I did not cry. I simply turned and walked away. I tore up our marriage contract myself, built my own fashion empire, and met a man who actually respected and loved me. The irony of it all? The same man who once threw me away like garbage now chased after me like a mad dog, desperate to fix what he had broken. "Ro

Belle Madrigal was forced into a contract marriage with the enigmatic and powerful Alistair Kensington, heir to Kensington Enterprises, to save her childhood home. The catch? Alistair was in a deep coma when the contract was signed. His ruthless father, Alexander Kensington, orchestrated the marriage to maintain control over the family empire. But when Alistair unexpectedly wakes up, the nightmare begins. Enraged by the forced marriage, he vows to punish Belle for what he believes is a scheme to trap him. His threats turn cruel when he swears that if they ever had children, he would erase their existence from the world. Four years later, Belle has rebuilt her life in France, raising her ge

The beach was crowded as it was summer and many families tend to camp and have fun during this period. A young tanned skinned girl of about eight years, sat on the sand a little bit far from her family. She had a darkblue hoodie on and a headphone over her head. Her beautiful grey eyes seem to shimmer as she stared with keen interest at the water, while humming a song softly and enjoying the quiet. However, her little peace and privacy was shortlived as a lad of about ten years old, endowed with curly jet-black hair, ran along. He stopped however, on seeing her. She turned to see the one invading her quiet only to see the boy staring at her. She looked at him without s

"I'm not scared I'm just shocked." I tried to reassure him. He stared at me, studying me. Trying to see if there were any lies hanging in my words. He must've not expected this kind of reaction out of me. "Come closer then," he suddenly asked. "W-what? Why?" "If you say that you're not scared you shouldn't have any trouble with approaching me." I looked at him suspiciously. Was this a trap? Would he completely devour me? I didn't have any problem with approaching him but I never know what kind of actions he might do. "You're not gonna eat me alive aren't you?" He chuckled a little bit showing me that damn sexy smirk again. "Come and find out." Amaya Wilson is a twenty-five-year-old lib

After working abroad for several years, I returned home, only to have my parents arrange a blind date for me. He was tall and strikingly handsome, honest in character, steady in demeanor, and came from an excellent family background. In short, the perfect candidate for a husband. I told myself that sooner or later, marriage was inevitable, so I settled on him. The day before the wedding, I went to the church—only to be stunned by the sight before me. The entire place had been transformed into something sinister and grotesque. The walls were plastered with terrifying photos of corpses, the floor littered with wax figures of severed arms and legs, and even the flowers had been dyed black,

"You, my dear, will be going to help us to decide that. You will pick a king." "Say what now?" "I'm not going to repeat it since I know that you have heard me." "Fine! You want me to decide?! Nate!" I pointed to prince Nathaniel, if I remember correctly. He was slightly taken aback and a confused expression was replaced. "Do you want to be a king?" "I...uh...Yes?" He said. Unsure of his answer. It made me wonder if the expression on my face had forced him to say yes. "Good. Then you'll be the king. "What!? But that's not how you decide it!" PRINCE Ace said. "Fine! You're all kings. In fact, we ALL can be kings!!" **** She's Rosalie Amber Stan. A simple teenage girl

The poor lighting made it hard for her to see the face of the person who’d caught her, but when he opened his mouth her body sagged in relief. “You almost made it, human.” Maximus recognized the girl he saved in the woods. “What did you think? You'd sneak into my packhouse undetected and make it all the way up to my quarters without me knowing? Tell me, what did you plan to do up there?” His eyes narrowed and his head tilted sideways at her. “I have a proposition.” Maximus was shocked at the lack of fear in her voice. “You wanted me to catch you.” Star smiled inwardly at his tone. “I needed to talk to you.” She answered simply. “What could a hunter possibly want from a wer

On the first day I reunite with the wealthy Holloways, as soon as I step into the villa, I'm instantly whisked into a car with tinted windows. The fake heiress, Kate Holloway, cuts my ID and bank card with a pair of scissors right in front of my biological parents. She grins smugly at me the whole time. "You see, Rosalie, I've offended that one person who must not be offended at all costs in Ravenfield. You should go kneel in his estate for a few days. Think of this as your way to repay the Hollways for giving birth to you in this world." My heartless parents even tell the driver, "Make sure that she doesn't escape. It all depends on her whether or not our family will be able to survive t

"I love you!" He screamed and a sob escaped her lips. "I love you Rosie…from that day—" he took a step and ran his hands through his hair. "From that day I fired you Rosie. You were so clumsy—" he sniffed and chuckled. "You were so anxious and I had to fire you but that same day; that I saw you in the bar drunk; that I kissed you" he exhaled and laughed. "I fell in love with you" he confessed and she blinked back her tears. "Then why have you been cold to me Xander? Why have you been pushing me away? You were so warm to me, then it all changed when your brother came to you. Why!" "Because Rosie—" he licked his lips and tugged on his hair. "You're too innocent to get involved in