Rosalie Cullen Backstory Novels & Stories

“I’m alive, Pelly. I’m right here. I’m right here with all of you. I just wish I remembered you.” Pellethia chuckled again and said, “I only want the same thing if the memory package doesn’t come with the horrors that Aunt Rosie had to endure in her lifetime. Uncle Reagan was good to her, but literally everyone else attacked her left, right and centre, all because she wasn’t born a noblewoman and was rejected twice. Shallow idiots.” After a moment of silence, Pellethia asked, “Does your animal still have a striped tail, Aunt Lucy?” Lucianne’s eyes widened in surprise as she exclaimed, “Yes! Rosalie had that, too? What does it do? What do the stripes mean?”

My leg hitched up, wrapping around his waist, pushing his hard cock against my soaked underwear. "Why?" He lifted his head from my chest, those perfectly blue eyes of his creased with concern. "Because I have nothing else. Matilda, I've had my wolf stolen from me. He's called Vez, when I was searching for my parents killers I got drunk in a bar with a woman named Ruth. They drugged me and took my wolf." “Ruth?" I whispered but Cillian’s head had already dropped back down to caress me instead. I gasped as he kissed between my breasts and his hands urgently tugged my panties down over my ass. "Your wolf taken, this whole time? How have you coped..."

After months, I managed to escape. I studied him for a moment, noting the complexity in his eyes. "This pendant is only given to members of the Bollen family. There's a chance your parents were connected to them." "How could someone like me be connected to an Alpha's family?" he scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. Suddenly, a thought hit me like a lightning bolt. Pearly had once told me that, 23 years ago, Rosie had killed a human woman—a pregnant one—because she was carrying her husband Jace's child.

They had been dating for over two years now, and she suspected he was about to propose. She was about to pick up the call when a male walked in. He was dressed in an all-black business suit and looked very important. Not wanting to get queried by HR, Rosalie put down her phone and gave all her attention to the male, she would call Nikel later. “Hello, Rosalie .” The male said one single word, but it set her heart racing. Rosalie knew that voice. “Hello, Carl.” She said simply while her heart hammered against her chest. Carl was a beta from Alpha Jacqueline's pack, a Werewolf! How had he found her? Was this a mere coincidence?

And every time I looked at it, I felt the same thing the quiet, gnawing certainty that it had been written for this exact moment in time. At the center of the scroll, drawn in careful, almost reverent strokes, was the crest. A crescent moon intertwined with a blooming rose. The first time I saw it, I thought it was just an old Omega sigil. But then I remembered where I’d seen it before. Carved into the stone at the Omega burial grounds. Burned into the bark of the eldest oak in the forest. And most damning of all pressed into the wax seal of a letter I’d found in my father’s private study years ago. A letter addressed to my predecessor about eradicating the bloodline entirely. The bloodlin

"Eloise did work my butt off but it was worth it. She might be ice cold but she respects me and was very kind to help me grow my connections." Tamara scoffed, rolling her eyes at Rosie's always kind attitude. "She was cruel, Rosie. Nevertheless, I am insanely proud of you." Some of Rosie's artwork was going to be displayed in one of the local art galleries. It was a big moment for her, a huge step in her career. Technically, the first big move into the start of her promising career. "Th-" "Amour, is your cousine here?" The door to Rosie's apartment opened. A tall and handsome french man walked in, his accent thick but beautiful. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

’ Sonya asked herself. “What kind of curses did your ancestor get, Miss Clementine?” Sonya started becoming curious about the woman in the picture, Rose Duville, one of her ancestors that her family rarely talked about. Miss Clementine took some deep breaths. “That everyone who helped her would be ended in poverty!” Miss Clementine paused her story and looked at Sonya. “But the curse spells were broken by Rose Duville!” Miss Clementine smiled at Sonya. “You bought the roses for her, didn’t you?”

Like she was seeing something that wasn't in this room. Then her eyes came back up. She controlled her expression completely. Looked at the doctor. Said nothing. "A former patient," the doctor continued, her voice steady and careful. "She came to us some months ago for a pregnancy confirmation, saying she was part of the Weldon family and that Mr. Cassian was her husband. The results were positive." She paused. "Her name was Rosa. Rosa Weldon." Isolde went completely still. The kind of still that had nothing moving in it. Not her hands. Not her shoulders. Not even, it seemed, her breathing.

"Well, I wasn't from a rich home and I didn't pretend to be who I was not. But I just made sure I carried myself well. The fact that I don't come from money doesn't mean I let anyone step all over me," Olivia recalled Penelope and how she stepped all over her. "Was your friend Miriel rich?" "Fabulously wealthy," Rosalie said with a smile. "I used to beg my parents to let me go and have sleepovers in her house and spend my weekends there. That was all until she moved in with Titan of course, as his mate." "I heard her death was very…mysterious," Rosalie snickered. "Mysterious? Was that for lack of a better word? I believe you heard the rumours right?"

“Says here she is deceased.” “Does it have a pic?” Asrar asked running his hands through his hair. Avalon enlarged the picture on her tablet before passing it over. Asrar saw it and knew right away she was the women. Those emerald green eyes where the replica of the girls. Avalon gently took back the tablet as she ran some pictures through the school basses till she found one from a high school back in Gastin. She rotated the tablet to him and he nearly buckled looking at her. The beauty he saw at the airport was right there. “Rosalie Brightale.” Avalon spoke as she tried to find anything else but nothing. “She graduated in Gastin but never went to college.”