Romans & histoires Rosalie Hale Movies

Rosalie I’ve had the fantasy of being drawn like Rose was by Jack in the movie Titanic from the moment I saw it. When me and Julius were role playing at the wedding venue it dawned on me. Julius is an artist. I’m a willing model. I have the perfect place to take him and make this fantasy come to life.

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

I laughed, and I could hear Dell do the same. Now I'm really invested. Now I'm going into this to expose Roosely.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

Emily thank her best friend, sipping the alcohol in one go. "Are you sure you can go to school, in this condition?" Nice asked because her best friend now was a mess, her face and eyes were so red, if any paparazzi could come in now they would have loved to take photos of Mr. Hale's daughter, Emily. though she was just fifteen she was well known all over the internet for her life hack videos, her acting skills, her singing skills and let's not forget being the daughter of Mr. Hale, the CEO of N&H cooperations.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

Chapter 25 Rosalie, not much older than her, was alluring. After divorcing his first wife, Ralph married Rosalie, who was seen as a mistress by the Frazier family. Ralph adored Rosalie, so the others had to tolerate her. Rosalie always opposed Debra. In her last life, Debra tolerated Rosalie for Ralph's sake. But when the Frazier family went broke, Rosalie kicked Ralph out and took all his assets. This time, Debra wouldn't be lenient with this woman.

I file that and keep my face where it is. “What else.” Marjorie looks at the fire. “It’s about Hale. I found her in Celeste’s room,” she says quietly. “Late one night. Maybe three in the morning, two weeks ago. I heard music—I thought I’d imagined it, that old gramophone Celeste kept, and I thought I’d imagined the sound of it—but I hadn’t. The door was open, and the gramophone was going, and Lady Hale was—” She stops and presses her lips together again. “She was wearing one of Celeste’s dresses. Dancing. By herself, in the dark, with the gramophone going. And she was whispering, but I couldn’t catch the words, just the rhythm of it, like a prayer or a—” She stops again. “I don’t know what i

Her hands turned to claws, her teeth bared. "Yeah right!" Halie rolled her eyes and huffed as she got into a fighting stance. Roxie smirked, and then it all happened so fast that no one was given the time to react. Her opponent didn’t stand a chance. Roxie moved with terrifying speed. She grabbed Halie by the neck and flipped her across the field, and it didn’t end there. Her movements blurred, and she drove forward, intent on tearing, on overpowering, on dominating. Suddenly, all that was heard was Halie’s scream as she had her pinned to the ground with her claws tight around her neck. Halie vomited a clot of blood, and Roxie laughed, her eyes suddenly blazing a dark shade of blue that repl

Still slowly shaking my head back and forth in adamant denial, I said, “No…no, that can’t be right.” My absolute unwillingness to believe such a thing amused her. “It is.” She clipped another rose for Mrs. Pan. I gaped at her. “But…” Spinning wildly, I found a rose that was an exception to her rule. “There!” I pointed. “You have a black rose, right there.” Her lips tightened as she held in a smile. “Look again, Hollander.” I stormed to the rosebush in question and knelt to its level before the redness of it began to show through. “I’ll be damned,” I murmured in awe. “It’s not black; it’s just a dark, dark red.”