Rosalie Cullen Novels & Stories

One is drowning in regret and another one is struggling hard to delete this day from her memory. The next morning was even more terrifying. All early morning newspaper’s front page was covered with Rose’s photo with the eye-catching headline. Important News: Miss Rose Walton, owner of the Red Rose café is suspect as a killer Red Rose.

I cleared my throat, waiting, and found myself almost floor when Rose stood there, her hair hanging loosely around her shoulders, wearing a black dress that only offered a hint of flesh. Her smile intoxicated me, making me feel things I had forgotten I could handle. I opened my mouth, but she quickly spoke up. "Mr. Cullen, I am glad to see you join us. If you'd please follow me," she commanded. I remained silent and followed, my eyes on her backside as the black dress clung to her curves. She brought me to a private table with a view of the water under the night sky. "Please have a seat; someone should be with you shortly," she said. I reached out, grabbing her by the wrist. A wicked smile a

I climbed up my blankets and set the laptop on the bed. I laid on my side and turned on the movie. Halfway through the romance movie I fell asleep too I began to have a dream. *I was standing in a room I had never been in, I looked around when I noticed a mirror. I walked up to the mirror and looked at myself, I was wearing a beautiful white dress. I look at the dress more closely, it's a wedding dress. I see a veil on my head and a weird look ring on my left ring finger. As I stood there confused at the outfit I was wearing I heard a knock on the door. I turned to look at the door I was just staring a few minutes ago, I waited before I could move the door busts up and in come Tate and Skye.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

But her hands were shaking and she eventually had to drop it back down onto the table, right beside the other report that needed her immediate review. 5. Tuesday 27th April 2010 08:54 Isabelle even managed to snap her cell phone shut with a god like arrogance before looking at the other Brethren Members that she had congregated around her, all of whom were waiting to see what she would do next. “One of our contacts has just informed me that Alice Cuthbert is in the custody of Nemesis.” The Brethren Member, who had been leader up until the creature that occupied Isabelle had been raised, stepped forward. “This can only be a good thing. It keeps Oswald occupied while we plan our next move.”

Rubbing my eyes, I sit up straight and was about to stand up when a voice stops me from doing so. “Hello,” Looking towards the source of the voice, I notice another Sister of Selene. She was wearing the usual white robe, the hood was covering half of her face, and that shiny red lipstick. Glaring at her, I made it a point to cross my arms over my chest as well to show her that I really did not like waking up over here. Not to mention it was due to their priestess. She wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she did something to make me faint. “Your next step is thru the salon. You have to have your hair cut.” Looking at her like she grew another head, I clench my jaw. “Gloria made me faint.

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...

“What? Tell me what you’re thinking.” “It’s a memory. My mother had a witch friend. He hated Russell with a passion. I mean, they would argue over the strangest things. What was his name? Reign. Right, Reign Wilson. I remember his last visit. He warned my parents that Russell was rotting from the inside out. Either he knows something, or he did something to Russell.” Rose stared aghast at Ty. “What kind of friends did your parents have?” “Powerful ones, look.” Ty pulled up a photo on his phone from a University website. “Dr. Reign Wilson, Professor of Paranormal and Mystical Arts Historical Studies.”

Therefore, he clenched his fists and bit his bottom lip. Zoren immediately approached them when he saw Harry there, and he drew a wide smile on his lips. “Hi, I'm Detective Zoren, and we received a call from here. Perhaps you are Mr. Felix Crosinciano, the owner of this Vanilla club, am I right?” When he introduced himself to Felix, he handed him a calling card, and Felix also gave him his business card. He was about to speak, but suddenly, he turned to his right where he saw Harry.

He blinked, his curiousity piquing with every passing moment; what proposal could the fourth Young Master be planning? He watched as a huge crowd of people flocked towards a spot while he trailed behind them quietly. He stood behind a pillar, watching the entire scene unfold - he was quite lucky, he had a pretty, good viewing spot and he didn't have to bother about getting bumped into admist the crowd below. Dylan stood out amongst the crowd, his dark hair combed to perfection and his petite frame claded in a material that was all too familiar to Alan. He held a large bouquet of roses and a boxed dessert on the other hand, his profile appearing too stunning for the eyes.