Rosalie Emmett Novels & Stories

Its long since Emilio met his secret lover Rosario his wife his was hovering around his empire, Emilio was in the balcony watching over his empire Rosario was in the flower lawn weeding the flowers that Steve and Sandy planted she turned and looked at Emilio on the balcony she smiled she knew that Emilio want to see her but she had to finish the work first of weeding Emilio waved her she nodes and continued to work Emilio went inside and switch on the monitor fixed with CCTV and watched Rosario weeding the flowers he tried to locate where Rachel was but he didn't he switched on the CCTV s for the ranch he realized that Rachel is in the ranch with other workers he went and removed the champai

Rose was standing there, her arms crossed, her expression as sour as ever. "Mrs. Rose," I greeted, keeping my voice neutral. She looked me up and down, her nose wrinkling slightly. "The Luna wants you. You're to go to the royal chambers and wash her clothes. She says they need special care." I stared at her. Lindsey's clothes. Lindsey's chambers. After the confrontation in the hall, she was calling me to her private rooms. "She said you're late already," Mrs. Rose added, a thin smile playing at her lips. "Best not keep her waiting."

"I never expected you to be a wolf either, or even the red rose." "Touché. Why did you stand here with my wolves and not with the others who came here with Roman?" "Because I never agreed with his actions, only followed to keep my mate safe." "Your mate?" I look around and quickly find a female who is looking at our exchange in terror, I recognise her from the group that came with me from the Rogue house. "Emily?" Billy flinches as I speak her name and she looks to me shakily. "Come over."

Rosalie was determined not to let anything happen to her. "I'm coming with you," Rosalie stated after a moment of contemplation, her gaze shifting to Hayley, who had just picked up her jacket from a nearby chair. Hayley regarded her with skepticism. "Are you sure? I can fight my own battles." Rosalie stepped closer and nodded affirmatively. "I am sure. We’re in this together, remember? Wendy has crossed a line, and I need to ensure my granddaughter's safety as well." Emily observed their exchange, feeling a sense of satisfaction at their connection. She regretted having rushed into the room earlier, missing the opportunity to properly introduce herself to the older woman. Even in their brief

"Eloise did work my butt off but it was worth it. She might be ice cold but she respects me and was very kind to help me grow my connections." Tamara scoffed, rolling her eyes at Rosie's always kind attitude. "She was cruel, Rosie. Nevertheless, I am insanely proud of you." Some of Rosie's artwork was going to be displayed in one of the local art galleries. It was a big moment for her, a huge step in her career. Technically, the first big move into the start of her promising career. "Th-" "Amour, is your cousine here?" The door to Rosie's apartment opened. A tall and handsome french man walked in, his accent thick but beautiful. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

Moving closer to the kitchen, I saw Emmett busy at the stove while Rose was about to leave. He looked so casual, so domesticated, with stylish baggy shorts and a simple, lightweight, plain brown top with most of the front covered. A chef cap covered his head. When Rose saw me, she chuckled and funnily shook her head. I smiled, knowing she was laughing at the sight before us. Emmett must have noticed my presence, because he turned. And when he did, his beauty took my breath away.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

I could see my leg just barely, and the blood was thick, seeping through the gauze which was now almost completely scarlet. Holy no! No no no no! Abort mission! "No it's not bad at all." Emmet said, seeming to have no trouble carrying everything all at once. Rosalie had already gone ahead with Louise and made it to the nurse's office, and Edward seemed not to say a word. As we made it into the room the nurse already had Louise off to the side, Rosalie filling out the incident report, and was pulling out all types of equipment.

Jemima was a budding star, whose appearance was especially suitable for costume plays. When Rosalie entered, she saw Jemina lying on a huge ancient bed. Her long black hair spread like a waterfall above. When she frowned, with tears in her eyes, her white slim hands on the body of the white gauze slightly pulled down, and the perfect sexy curve to people's eyes. On the scene, there was only one media which was Rosalie. She took a DSLR camera to stand on the side quietly taking pictures, while the rest of the people took no notice of her.

“They heard about Aurora and couldn’t stay away. Emma’s… well, she’s exactly how you’d imagine her, full of energy and questions.” Rose smiled faintly, her lips curving just enough to reveal the barest hint of amusement. “I’m looking forward to meeting them.” “They’re eager to meet you too,” I replied, brushing a strand of her red hair behind her ear, her hair shimming in the moonlight. “Though fair warning, Emma’s going to interrogate you like you’re on trial. Elliot’s quieter, but he misses nothing.” Rose chuckled softly, the sound delicate and light. “I think I can handle them.”