Rosalie Hale Novels & Stories

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

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

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

I sharply commanded the driver, who also had a black mask on. The car lurched forward roughly as the driver pumped the accelerator lever. I cocked my gun and fired two shots in the air from the window. Then with a satisfied grin, I leaned back into the cushion of the car. The smell of cigarette was thick in the car as everyone was nursing a stick. I glanced at the unconscious girl's face, she was an half caste. I could tell from her skin colour, which was copper colored, and her long curly hair. I positioned her well so that her head was on my laps. It gave me the opportunity to study her facial profile well.

Name: Ivory Hemming Harmony Age: 17 Status: Noble Origin: Daughter of Duke Hemming Clan: Provincial Academy Class: 1st year Category: Ice elemental. Phase: Phase 1 Merit points: 20 Merit points She actually wasn’t surprised because she had seen all these things when she was at the registration office. ‘What’s a merit point’ ivory asked in confusion. Hazel had the urge to smack her head ‘didn’t you listen to Mr. Barclay enlightenment class for first years’. Ivory smiled sheepishly as she thought ‘Natasha was right, she really did end up not knowing a lot of things’

I also stayed in that warehouse for two months, while secretly studying their every move and action. They only brought Mina back to where I was when she got Hera to agree to marry Adante. A week before the said wedding of the two of them took place, they brought an unfamiliar woman inside. I frowned and looked at him from head to toe, back. According to the style of her clothes and speech it seems that she is not just an ordinary girl. I found out from them that he was working for Adante as his spy. I also learned that her name is Sabrina, the person who entered Hera's room to threaten her life.

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

I turned slightly, still smiling, the picture-perfect hostess. Then the image snapped into focus — but it wasn’t the foundation logo anymore. It was me. Not Rose de Montclair, not the polished savior in white silk — but Genevieve Hale. Disheveled. Handcuffed. A mugshot, projected twenty feet tall. My blood turned to ice. A voiceover filled the room — crisp, cold, the tone of a news anchor: “Former socialite Genevieve Hale, also known as Genevieve Lancaster, accused of arson, embezzlement, and attempted murder, was sentenced to twenty-five years in prison after the Rosehill Orphanage fire left multiple casualties—”

Leonardo had the information he needed a few minutes later. Rosemary Mantissa, whose real name was Rosemary Gale Mantissa, was released 12 years ago, and she had a rose tattoo on her right back shoulder. Rosemary Gale Mantissa was a cold-blooded husband killer and the wife of the mansion's engineer and builder, Carlos Mantissa. Carlos Mantissa built the house for his beloved wife Rose, but it became the house of hell for them after his wife butchered him like a pig with a kitchen knife and an icepick.

She looks suspicious and I don’t blame her. “Little mama, Rosalie here is going to help from a distance.” Jaxon said as he wrapped his arms around her. “She is going back to Whiskey Moon and has agreed to be our ears and eyes there. If Alpha Claude starts a harem or is up to something shady and she sees it, she will call, text or email me the information.” “I see.” Sable says seriously and then looks at me, “Thank you for assisting, Rosalie. Don’t do anything reckless. It isn’t worth your life. Whatever you do, stay safe.”