Rosalie Hale Novels & Stories

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

I move through the house like I’ve done this a hundred times—silent, strategic, focused. The maid is already at the top of the stairs with a tray in her hands and a thick scarf around her neck. Her name’s Rosalita, and she’s been with Hale since before he bought this mansion. I told her Hale needed cheering up and that I wanted to plan a romantic surprise visit. She practically cried at how “sweet” it was and insisted on helping. “Everything’s packed,” she says, whispering like this is a game we’re playing. “Your Uber’s five minutes out.”

Rosalie rolled her eyes got on her feet and went into the bathroom , ignoring Aiden's request for a ' striptease ' , she wasn't in no mood to please a high libido wolf right now . A quick bath , clean clothes and Rosalie came out of the bathroom feeling all sort of relaxed and contented . She was wearing a white halter neck crop top and black shorts , which goes without saying made her look sexy as hell ..He shouldn't have trusted Roxanne , that woman loved to tease and now she made his wife wear something that certainly teased him well . He felt his co*k twitch at the sight of his wife but he shackled the lust coursing through him . " Come with me " he beckoned her and Rosalie sighed follow

She find him kissing another girl, and when being confronted about it, Josh didn't took the blame and decided to put it on her, calling her needy, makes all of it seem like her fault for being self centered for years after all the things that happened with her mother. So impulsively she bought a ticket halfway across the world to here, where nobody will know Natasha Hale and being someone new that is fun and adventurous instead of the boring needy one that Josh seem to saw on her. "He's a fucking asshole," The guy retorts after she finish her story. Honestly, she really needs to stop referring to him as the guy, spilling half her life story and she didn't even know the guy fucking name. Seem

After a long pause, Cade conceded, "Then we'll be in a sexless marriage." Cameron raised an eyebrow and tapped her fingers on his rock-hard abs, eliciting a muffled groan from him. "A sexless marriage?" The lilt in her voice sounded cold and sarcastic. Suddenly, the lights in the living room clicked on, revealing Rosalia standing there in her pajamas. Her eyes were a little glazed over at first, but when she saw the pair embracing by the door, she immediately snapped away. "Sir… Madam." Rosalia had come to work at the mansion as a housekeeper with the hopes of hooking up with a wealthy man, so most of her nightwear was quite revealing. With Cameron's tacit permission approval, she had become

Rhea's Pov “I won't sign it! I won't!” Rosalie yelled, then she pointed at me, “She's just deceiving you! Can't you see what she's doing?! She's trying to pull us apart! Yes… She must have been sent by that bitch! It must be her! Since you and I had gotten together, she's been trying to pull us apart! That old bitch must be the one who's planning all of this!” It sounded like Rosalie was going crazy. She had forgotten all pretenses of being sophisticated.

“If you’re going to shadow me everywhere I go, at least don’t wait until the last second to step in.” “Liora—” “Goodnight, Cael.” Behind her, the wind shifted again, but this time it carried no scent but pine. Hale was gone. But she knew it wouldn’t be for long. Far south, deep in the rogue encampment, Hale sat with Risa at a rough-hewn table lit by a single oil lamp. “She saw you,” Risa said. “That was the point.” “She’s not ready.” Hale smiled, slow and certain. “She will be. And when she is, Cael won’t be able to hold her.”

INTERVIEWER: "Hi, uh, this is the production crew from Veridia Chronicles. We have an appointment with Mr. and Mrs. Hale?" INTERCOM VOICE: "Open the gate. If you point the camera at the security codes, I will eat the lens." INTERVIEWER: "Understood!" [CUT TO:] [INT. THE ROSE GARDEN] Vespera Hale is walking through the rows of white roses. She is sixty, but she looks timeless. She wears a cream cashmere sweater and gardening gloves. She holds a pair of shears that look incredibly sharp. VESPERA: "Welcome to the Fortress. Please, mind the thorns."

She says and I sob, biting my lip. “Tell me who I am,” I say as I turn to look at Odessa and she looks at me with tears in her eyes. “You are the great-great-great granddaughter of the elder to the fae. The elder was a priestess. She was mated to a wolf. The priestess was called Rosalie. She was the greatest of the fae. She was the protector of not just them, but every living creature in the universe. A priestess is only born in times of great need. But the life of a priestess is never simple. It is said Rosalie suffered greatly until she found her mate.” I listen intently to the story even though at this point I don’t know what to believe.