Rosalie Emmett Novels & Stories

Adeel said and Azisha got startled by his presence "When did you come? You had time to come." Azisha said "I just came now. Happy birthday Azisha," Adeel said and handed her the Rose bouquet Azisha smiled looking at the Rose bouquet. She is allergic to Roses and Adeel does not even know that. "I can not take them. Sorry I am allergic to them." Azisha said still smiling Adeel took that bouquet and placed it away. "it is ok, you do not have to say sorry. I am sorry I did not knew that you are allergic to them." Adeel apologised to her

He tried to get on to his feet, wincing in pain as he did so. Isabelle did not appear to be fazed by this new turn of events. Her face twisted into a sneer. “So, Oswald, do you want to show me what you’re made of?” David stepped inside. “What have you done to her?” “Isabelle has become a member of the Brethren!” Belinda was aware of movement behind her and she twisted round to see the bar emptying through the back door with the entrance of David Oswald. Isabelle seemed to notice this too and she laughed. “They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!”

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. ✾ The little girl had tied her pretty little hair into a tight ponytail. She was called Amara, and she was one of the lucky young women who were chosen to be consorts of the future great Alpha of Cinco. She had just finished her morning chores and was supposed to visit one of her best friend, Eleanor. Amara had fondly called her El. She was proud of the fact that only a few people called her that name.

Afterward, she headed to the sink and washed her hands. "Congratulations on your engagement," a voice said beside her. Amelia turns her sunset eyes to the voice. A girl with blonde hair was smiling as she congratulated her. The girl had features befitting of a model. She was undoubtedly beautiful. There was an air of elegance and confidence around her that complimented her face. "Thank you" Amelia replied as she thought that the girl in front of her was really beautiful. "My name is Calia Rostell. Nice to meet you, Amelia" Calia said and offered her hands.

When I was done brushing and taking my bath, I changed into a pair of black leggings and a light blue sweater when I noticed the weather was a bit chilly. I packed my curls in a bun and left my room, nearly bumping into Anya. "Oh, dearie! I was just about to come and wake you up for breakfast!" she exclaimed with a cherry tone. "Good morning, Anya," I greeted the woman. "Good morning to you too. Follow me. I'm sure you must be starving," she said and turned to leave. "You have no idea," I mumbled and followed after her. "You haven't told me your name yet," she said to me. "Oh, I apologize. I'm Rosaline, but people call me Rose," I told her. she turned around to look at me and I felt a little

“With all due respect, but if she should be put to use then I have the right to give her these tasks and make sure she sticks to them.” Matthias picks up his glass and takes a drink. The action makes him appear calm but I can see the way he holds the glass. If he holds it with more force the glass will smash to pieces. “While Rosalyn is here under my roof, I have full authority over her. Richard knows the estate well and will know what tasks are best assigned.” This can’t be happening. I jump when I feel a hand brush my shoulder. Richard grins with triumph as he walks around to face me. “Don’t worry, Paul. She’ll be in good hands with me.”

Margaret resided in a quaint cottage on the edge of town, a hidden gem nestled amidst a lush garden bursting with vibrant flowers. Knocking on the weathered wooden door, Emma's heart raced with anticipation. Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing a stooped figure with wisps of gray hair framing a kind face. Margaret's eyes, age-weathered and filled with wisdom, peered at Emma through a veil of time. "Can I help you, dear?" Margaret asked, her voice carrying a sense of familiarity and warmth. "Mrs. Margaret, my name is Emma Reynolds, and I'm a journalist for the Silverwood Gazette," Emma began, her voice filled with earnestness and respect.

The year 1881 Rosalie made her way up the path to her home. She had a large smile on her face and was virtually jumping on her feet. Their tiny cottage became visible. It appeared earlier in the dim sunshine. Her lips widened even more when she saw Hakeem putting additional flowers in the yard. She had some fantastic news for him. She paused to observe Hakeem and attempted to take a breath. As he pushed the hoe down into the hard dirt to remove obstinate weeds, his veins and biceps contracted. His black skin shone due to the sweat that was pouring on his forehead. She had a gorgeous spouse.

The manager, with a name tag, Lorenzo said to them, his accent coming out even stronger than Liam’s. “ This is for you Mrs kings. Have a wonderful week.” A dark haired lady in her late twenties said with a wide welcoming smile as she gave a bouquet of red roses to Emilia. “ Oh my. I love red roses. And the scent! It’s lovely. Thank you.” Emilia replied honestly with her million dollar smile. When she looked back up, Liam had a satisfied expression on his face. ‘Could he have planned this?’ She thought, a blush finding its way to her face.

Had she received proper therapy earlier, she wouldn't be in such critical shape today. Silas' face turned ashen. "She's… she's at Kingspoint Hospital? Is she—Is she all right?" "That's not for you to worry about," Wayne said coldly. "Expect a court summons soon, Prof. Stenson. Be ready to defend yourself." When the dial tone echoed in his ears, memories flooded back—ten years ago, the explosion, the roaring flames, and the girl who had run through the smoke to save him. She had been coughing up blood, but she still smiled. "Silas, don't be afraid…"