Rosalie Cullen Novels & Stories

A middle aged woman is standing there with aarti thal. She does the my aarti and says, "Welcome! Queen of the castle." I gasp and say, "I think you are mistaken I am not a Queen yet, just a princess." "Well please come in first then maybe I can enlighten you about the change." She says. Rudra and I enter the castle together. I look around and see the inside of the castle which is not only clean but smells so good. The hall has three doors and a sitting area near a hearth.

The image of Lukkar serving the red head a banquet on his bed icked me out enough that I didn’t even realize I had crumpled the rose in my hand. Ariel looked at the crumpled flower as it dropped to the ground. “Well,” she looked at me nervously and tried on a smile, “lady Rosalie was the Alphas companion. It was hard to catch them not together when she would come to the city and the Alpha seemed to enjoy her company as well.” “Anything romantic happen between them?” I asked at last and I looked at her expectantly.

Rosalie returned home. As night fell, she could no longer hold back the tears that began to well in her eyes. She leaned against the window as tears slowly rolled down her cheeks. Then, she noticed a medical report on the cabinet. It said that I had been diagnosed with early-stage stomach cancer, which was curable. She held the paper and cried for a long time. … The police launched an investigation and determined that the fire at the villa was arson. They caught the arsonist, who had been hired by Caleb.

Our cab had already arrived, so we got in and headed straight for Reno’s Boutique — one of the biggest in New York. I’d only heard about the place from Marielle, but stepping inside was something else entirely. The glass walls gleamed, the scent of expensive perfume filled the air, and designer dresses shimmered under the warm lights. I ran my fingers across one of them, smiling a little for the first time in days. Tessa and I started browsing through the racks. When we reached the trousers section, I picked a few to try on — and that was when I saw her. Marielle. She was clinging to Adrian’s arm like her life depended on it, laughing too loudly, too sweetly. The moment her eyes met mine, he

My lungs burned, my legs screamed, but I didn’t care, adrenaline kept me moving faster, my heart hammering in my chest. Yoooo… you’re probably wondering who this bitch is. “Yeah, that’s me. Rose David.” But… no. That’s not really me. I’m Blaire. Rose is just a weak-ass body I’m borrowing, face and all. But we’re nothing alike totally, completely different, i don’t get caught like that, I don’t get pushed around, I don’t let anyone touch me unless I want them to. “And yeah… this is how it all started with that bitch,Rose”

"My car is outside. We leave now, or we die in this club." Sloane looked at the door, then back at the man who was supposed to be her target. She reached into her clutch and pulled out a single, preserved black rose. She dropped it on the chest of the man she had just killed. "The job is done," she whispered, her eyes locking onto Julian’s. "But the war is just beginning." He didn't wait. He grabbed her hand, their fingers interlocking—forged in the heat of the hunt—and pulled her into the rainy night.

'She was not fragile like a flower. She was fragile like a bomb.' ———♤♤♤——— "Are you sure about this, honey?" Liliana Romano asked Bella as her eyes became glassy with tears threatening to spill, her husband holding her tightly by the waist. It was only natural for them to feel down, they were after all sending their only daughter to America. Bella was already twenty years old, she was old enough to make decisions of her own. The two can only support her as she tries to accomplish her goal: taking down the Sicilian Mafia.

Because if I didn’t stop this— There would be nothing left of me to save. _______ ROSALIE'S POV~ I had just peeled off my dress, leaving it in a pool by the door, and slipped into one of Ezra’s oversized black shirts—one I stole without shame because it smelled like him. I have no idea why it was soothing. I mean his clothes. The moment I sat down in front of the dresser, I winced. The cut on my forehead tugged again, sore and stubborn, refusing to be ignored. I opened the ointment and squeezed a little onto my finger, carefully dabbing it near the wound when—

Ivory smirked when she saw Mari panicking; she smiled at her class mates who in turn clapped as she returned to her seat. The next person was Natasha. ‘Hello everyone my name is Natasha Colby, my father is knight Colby’ Natasha said. Collective gasps could be heard, everyone knew the story of how knight Colby rose to fame, he went from grass to grace. ‘I’m proficient in literature, calligraphy and embroidery’. Everyone clapped as Natasha went back to her seat. At last everyone had introduced themselves.

No am not; Isabella replied Tell me the truth mummy "Did dad get you angry? Or is me that make you angry Celine asked. Am not angry at you, am only angry at Dad nonchalance attitude.isabella replied She couldn't suppress her smile as angry as she was because of Celine Please don't be angry,she said this touching her mummy face. Silly girl, Isabella smiles Let go home now,i will bake your favourite chocolate cake for you.she increase the speed of her drive CELINE was very excited hearing this,she so much love chocolate cake, she's screaming as Isabella increased the speed of her drive,she love driving and flaunting her new drive. They arrived home and met Steve inside the parlor watching new