Rosalie Cullen Backstory Novels & Stories

" I mean to say that Layla's body was found near your territory as well , are we really on the right lead that she was trying to get back to her territory or maybe its highly possible that you or your mate sitting right beside you attacked her , when the opportunity to kill her presented itself in front of you ? Given your lack of control over your wolf and Aiden's history , I find it hard to put it past both of you " Rosalie blanked out for a second , it seemed as if she could understand what the old hobbit was saying but her mind took almost a millennium to process what shit he just sprouted , it was so stupid that even her sanity left her for a second and then she snorted " Wow ...are you

Hayley could see his desperate attempts to prove he had changed, but she still remained reluctant to believe him. In an effort to dispel these conflicting emotions within her, Hayley redirected her gaze to the mirror and let out a heavy sigh. She picked up her body lotion and began to apply it to her skin, a flicker of excitement igniting within her as she anticipated her meeting with Rosalie. Over time, Hayley had come to embrace the fact that Rosalie was her family. Their bond had deepened after their last encounter, during which Hayley learned more about Rosalie's past and the full backstory behind Wendy's vengeful actions.

I let the silence stretch for a moment before I spoke. “My name is Juliana Cross,” I said. “And before that name, I was Juliana Vale.” Several heads turned. Not dramatically, but with the quiet attentiveness of people who had not expected the beginning to sound like this. “I am the daughter of Noelle Vale. You have heard her name today. Some of you knew her. Some of you wore her designs. Some of you bought them for the stories she told with a needle and thread. But what you may not know is that she almost walked away from this work before anyone knew her name.”

“I don’t know what Mrs Aurora is talking about.” My stomach twisted, as I watched the play. I had no idea what was going on. Aurora’s face was drained of color. Her lips trembled, but no words came out. She looked around the room at me, at Asher, at the doctor as if begging someone to believe her. But Rosie stepped forward again, voice trembling. “You want Rylan to chase me away because you know I’m the only one who knows your secret! I know what you did… with your uncle Livia when you were young.I know all the bad things you did.”

After all, he was the most closed off; we knew he had a fucked up childhood but not the extent of it. "You say she left his belongings?" Silas asks, his voice much calmer than it had been seconds ago. "Yes, and hers as well, so strange." And hers? Who is this woman? Wait...if she really is... "You say she was here with a detective?" The attendant nods. "A Mr. Justin Powers or something like that. He seemed very disinterested in the case; he made the young lady cry." I hear Silas' sharp intake of breath. Justin is under the Magliana payroll; anyone who is anyone knows that. The second he learns a Black Rose has a known family member, he'll definitely take that to them, and in turn...

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

The scent of old paper, vanilla, and ink filled the air. There, sitting at a massive mahogany desk cluttered with scrolls and heavy texts, was scholar Killian. Marta’s description had not been an exaggeration. Killian was striking, possessing a sharp, refined jawline, soft but analytical eyes, and an aura of calm, commanding intelligence that was entirely different from Dominic’s raw, terrifying aggression. Upon hearing footsteps, he looked up, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes seeing a beautiful redhead in front of him. Rosalie stepped forward, smoothing down the front of her dress, and greeted him politely. "Good afternoon, Scholar Killian. I am Rosalie."

Still, I didn't miss the smug satisfaction lurking in her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. In my previous life, she had used this exact expression to deceive everyone, resulting in my death. Withdrawing my gaze, I turned to look calmly at Timothy. "Let's divorce." Timothy was briefly taken aback, but then he let out a chilly laugh. "Divorce?" His jaw was clenched tightly, arrogance practically dripping from his every word. "Rosalie Quinton, are there a few screws loose in your head? If you leave me, that lousy restoration studio of yours won't last for more than three months before shutting down!"

A drop of tear landed on the back of my hand. I ignored it and made a rose appear out of thin air just like a magician. "When we first started dating, you were nothing but a bouncer. The owner's enemies came looking for trouble. On Valentin's Day, you were severely injured and covered in blood. I was worried sick. I cried helplessly as I looked at your wounds. But what did you do? You pulled out a rose that you had been hiding, and it was covered in blood." Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me.

If I was barely in the know back then, how much more her? I interrupted Rosalie mid-sentence to ask it. I didn't care what else she had been about to say. "No," Rosalie said immediately. No hesitation. I waited. She made it explicit anyway, because she understood why I was asking. Selina had never known Kayden. She had no connection to the acquisition. Had no history with Damien's father and no awareness that the feud existed. She had not been part of this family when the original wound was made. She had married me three years ago. Kayden's grievance was eighteen years old.