Rosalie Hale Movies の小説・ストーリー

I told her. "I'M GOING TO BE A GRANDMA!" she squealed happily and I thought my ear drums burst. ROSALINE Food. That was the first thing that came to my mind as I slowly opened my eyes. I want parfait. Maybe pizza or a burrito, a spicy one. Then I'll have fries and burger. After that, I'll settle for chocolate or fruit cake as dessert. Then I'll have a parfait again. This time, with more apples. Fuck, I'm hungry!

Christopher Harper: we gained control over all the cameras near her house, and we’re combing through the footage now to see if we can find Rosalie’s grandmother’s trail. I stare at my phone, feeling like there’s more I should be doing, but unsure what. I cup the back of my neck, unable to calm my racing heart. A knock sounds on my door, and I sit up, welcoming the distraction. The door opens, and Rosalie walks in, her hair disheveled and her mascara smudged. I search her eyes and I don't miss the panic in them. “M-Mr Sinclair,” she says, her voice soft. She pauses in front of my desk and stares down at me. I’ve never seen her look at me that way.

“Rosie's your daughter?” Henry asked, glancing at my Mum. She nodded, brows furrowing in confusion. “Rosie Alphonse?” Mum's eyebrow rose up a fraction. “You…” she paused, eyes moving from me to Henry. “Do you know each other?” “Of course,” Henry said, with a slight smile. “Rosie was my student at Harvard College…. Remember,” he pressed. “The one I told you I was a Professor at, three years ago.”

Three years ago, Rosalie Hale left the Bloodmoon Pack for good. Her mate had betrayed her over and over again—with her own sister. At times, it had almost seemed as though he were under a spell, but Rosalie knew better. The truth was simple and cruel: he had never loved her. Like everyone else, he desired her slender-waisted sister, and he had used Rosalie to get what he wanted. Now, Rosalie is back for one reason—to finalize the divorce he never signed. But something has changed. Her former mate seems to have forgotten all the pain he put her through. Every time he looks at her, she can see his wolf fighting to break free. He wants her back. The problem? Rosalie n

"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.

"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.

Layla pulled my hand, trying to get me to stay with her. "Honey? What's going on? Are you not happy to see me? Who is she?" She questioned. I turned and looked at her. After seeing my mate, Layla is nothing compaired to her. Alexandria had long, brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. Layla had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her face was always caked in makeup. "She's-" I started, but Layla interuppted me.

Without wasting any time, Charlie asked Rosalie, “Where is Salem?” Rosalie hurriedly replied respectfully, “Master Wade, Salem was tied up after being knocked unconscious by me, and he’s on the balcony.” “Great!” Charlie nodded and said to Rosalie, “Rosalie, help me deal with all the traces. Don’t leave any tracks.” Rosalie replied without hesitation, “Alright, Young Master Wade. Cleaning up the scene is one of my best traits.” In the past, when Rosalie used to work for the Schulz family, there had been a lot of assassinations and kidnappings. Every time, Rosalie would be asked to clean up all their tracks without leaving any trace or clues. She was indeed very capable in this regard.

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."