Rosalie Cullen Novels & Stories

Whilst Alexander is faced with a rival from the past, baying for his crown, Rosalie is dealing with a foe much closer to home. Rosalie is a white wolf, the Goddess' own assassin and protector of the werewolf species. Will Rosalie find the power within to defeat a new dark evil? In order to save the life she has made for herself in the past, she will now have to once more leave everything she loves behind and venture back to the future to defeat what lurks in the shadows..... Landon Coombes has know that Rosalie Summers was his second chance mate the moment that he laid eyes on her. But when she mysteriously disappeared without explanation, he begins to fear that he will be alone forever. Tha

said Melissa in a teasing tone as she laughed. “From her reaction, I’m now sure that you’re Mr. Crawford. It’s a pleasure to meet you! I’m Rosalie Owens but since I’m older than both of you, you can just call me Sister Owens!” said Rosalie with a smile. “By the way, Mr. Crawford, I’m sure you already know that my cousin’s family is quite powerful in Northbay! She’s even teaching in a university there too!” added Melissa. Gerald nodded again as he greeted, “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Sister Owens!”

"Good afternoon, Scholar Killian. I am Rosalie." Killian's brow shot up in surprise as he let go of his scrolls. So this was the infamous girl who had Dominic wrapped around her delicate fingers. The moment their eyes met, a genuine, warm smile spread across his handsome features. He stood up from his chair, tipping his head down respectfully to her. "Well, look at that," Killian said, his voice smooth and welcoming. "I am finally meeting the infamous Luna, the wife of my dear friend. It is truly lovely to meet you, my lady."

Callan was a fierce and domineering man who was just silenced by his sweet mother. “If you need any help figuring things out, my coven and I would be honoured to help you, Ayla.” “Thank you, Rosie, I might take you up on that.” I smiled but quickly looked across the room to Callan, who was still watching Rosie carefully. Rosie stood up and took something out of her jacket pocket; she placed a small white bundle in her mouth and bit down. She moved her arm across the front of her body as smoke seemed to flow from her hand, wrapping around her like a vaporous blanket. I stood up, afraid that Rosie was about to self-ignite, when a bright light flashed in the room, making me look away to shield

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

she muttered, her head bowed in shame and anger. The assistant didn’t say anything more and walked away to resume his work. Rosalie returned to her desk, her eyes filled with determination. She had to find out who that woman was in Gavin’s video call. Only then could she prepare herself. … Jolie lounged lazily on the couch, hugging a plush bunny. She absentmindedly played with its ears while watching the man on her screen. His handsome, composed, and mature features seemed more pleasing to the eye than before.

I walked up to her, my voice low, shaking slightly. “Ms. Rossi?” I called out. The woman turned, her dark eyes, sharp and smart, looking at me up like I meant nothing. A faint, rude smile played on her lips. “And you are?” she asked, her voice sickly sweet. “I’m Imogen Cullen. Perry’s wife,” I stated, my voice firm. Ms. Rossi’s smile didn’t drop, in fact, it got wider, showing perfect, white teeth. “Ah, yes! The wife. Well, what can I do for you, Mrs. Cullen?” Her voice was full of scorn.

I walked along the path, my hands in my pockets, my mind still turning over the day's events. Then I saw Irina. She was kneeling by one of the rose bushes, a large pair of gardening scissors in her hands. She was trimming the dead blooms, her movements careful and precise, her head bent low over her work. She wore a simple gown, the fabric long enough to cover the ground around her, and a bonnet like every other maiden.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.