Rosalie Cullen Backstory Novels & Stories

Rosalie raised her head and smiled at her father; Good morning father, I come bearing news about your new victim" Aldon nodded and seemed impressed that his daughter had become more useful than he had ever expected. When her mother had a girl, he was extremely disappointed but Rosalie has proved wrong time and time again. "What information do you have about her?" Aldon inquired. Rosalie cleared her throat and spoke; "She is from another pack that was ruled by Alpha Zeigler but taken over by Alpha Adonis and then his son…" "She was taken away by Alpha Trent Smith and they eventually got married but then I heard he died and resurfaced by some awkward miracle," Rosalie said loudly and chuckled.

And standing right in the center of the ruins, under the broken crystal chandelier, is Rosalina. She is still wearing her white lace wedding gown, but the dress is stained with bright, fresh streaks of red blood. Her beautiful brown eyes are wide with terror, staring straight at me as three shadow figures—men with no faces, wearing the suits of the Mafia Council—step out of the dark behind her. "Christopher, help me!" she screams, reaching her hands out toward me. The pear-cut diamond on her finger flashes brightly through the smoke. "They are taking me away! Christopher!"

"Roseline is behind the abductions." I was wrapping the towel around her shoulders when she spoke and I froze at once. "Juliet–" I did not know how to react. One part of me told me that Juliet was making things up, that her mind was playing tricks on her but the logical part of me wondered slightly if this could be true. "Juliet, maybe you're mistaken. There's no way it was Roseline." My head was spinning. I was thinking back to the times after Juliet abduction. Roseline had not acted out of the ordinary. She was Ariel's best friend for crying out loud. The Roseline I knew was probably troubled but she did not have an evil bone in her body.

Our family loves Halloween and we even do Summerween with the kids because it’s just become a thing with our family. The kids are with Dale, Gail, and Russ who all still live together. They love taking the grandkids to their house while Rosie and I enjoy a break. Rosie finished her degree and works part time at the precinct. When she isn’t doing forensic science, she writes thriller novels. I even help her with her books. Rosie loves to bounce ideas off me for her books. She makes a decent penny off of them, and it seems to be her way of processing the life she lives in the underworld. I’m glad she has something as an outlet. Plus, she has real life experiences to pull from.

he quietly prompted. “Your mother wanted to betroth you to Aurora because she thinks she can help the Cunards, as well as you, and herself. Paul is traditionally English and he is a Baronet so he is also a member of the English peer. Your mother knew that Rosalie and Paul were hoping for a son to inherit the vast holdings, estates of both families. Rosalie Cunard is a Countess in Austria. She has vast holdings herself. It was also your mother’s form of retaliation against her critics knowing that she’ll eradicate all their daughters’ chances of wedding you. You were quite a handsome little boy, and the ol’ American mothers are beginning to make their mark by pairing their daughters to you. Y

"My mom and Aunt Cara were best friends. My mom was kidnapped by my dad and then she fell in love with that animal. You know Stockholm syndrome and all. Anyway, it didn't go well with her. Aunt Cara was born in this world. She is destined to marry someone her parents decided. That's Elio. "But before her marriage, my mom and Aunt Cara went out partying one last time with fake IDs. There she met a guy." She gave me a sad smile, "your father." "He said his name was Cillian which was a fake one. They were playing some game so no one revealed their real identities. Cara introduced herself as Rose. She is taller than most girls and with little makeup, she is able to hide her age. Cillian thought

She couldn’t be what she used to be. Rosalie hadn't wanted this. She'd envisioned a life dedicated to her studies, to unraveling the complex mysteries of chemistry, not to the complicated workings of a Mafia family. Her passion wasn't for power or wealth, but for the precise science of poisons, a skill she'd honed since childhood, a secret she guarded close to her heart. Something her family knew about and feared. They feared she would end up killing them on day if they pissed her off enough. They feared how unfeeling she was. They feared how she cared more for an aged gardener than she did them. And when her father ordered said gardener to be killed because of her sister’s lies.

Distracted by her lips, her big brown eyes, and the way she freezes when I get too close. Fuck, I shouldn’t be thinking about this. It shouldn’t even be crossing my mind. The cops came by today. They asked about her. About that night. I thought they had ruled it out has suicide, why the fuck are they digging into it? What have they found out? What made them even come to me? Rosalie. My fist slammed into the steering wheel. "Fuck!" The pain barely cut through the mess in my head. Even though she said she knows nothing about the police, I can’t trust her completely. She could be messing with me. She could be playing me to get away with it. Maybe it was her all along. How would I know?

“I know… I’m sorry.” She brushed my hair back gently. Her hands were shaking. “Mum… what’s wrong?” She avoided my eyes. “Nothing.” That was a lie. “Tell me,” I insisted. She hesitated for a long moment. Then finally…my mother took a slow breath, her fingers twisting together like she didn’t know how to say what was coming next. Then she finally whispered it. “Rose… you were cursed by a witch.” I froze. My heartbeat stopped. “Mum… what?” My voice came out small, shaky.

I couldn't help but wonder if I hadn't specified that it was her mother who'd passed away, would Rosalie have mistaken it for someone in my family and just ignored it altogether? After handling everything, I opened my phone to catch up on work, only to get a notification from a forum. "My fiancée's card suddenly shows a charge of eight million dollars. Does this mean trouble?" There was no shortage of posts designed to grab attention, so I was about to close it when I noticed that I was following this particular poster. Curious, I clicked in to scroll through and realized it was from Lester Cumin, Rosalie's assistant. Back when Rosalie first started her company, she and I were still close, a