Rosalie Hale Novels & Stories

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.

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 ba

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—”

The maid nodded in response and fell a step back out of respect. Rosalie didn't bother to glance at her reflection as she rose to her feet. It didn't look like she was going to her own marking ceremony but to some ordinary event. The palace was decorated beautifully. Each and every corridor announced the union of Avalona and Attiha. She was taken to the hall by Hendrix himself who did a poor job of hiding the frown between his brows. Clearly, he still did not approve of her decision. Her feet begged her to retreat when they reached the entrance of the hall. Her wolf had served all contacts with Rosalie. The door drew open and tears stung the back of her eye. She dropped her gaze and struggle

Rosalie was only twenty-one years old this year and she was actually a year younger than Sophie. Nevertheless, for the past eighteen years since her birth, Sheldon had been unaware of her existence. Rosalie’s biological mother, whose name was Yashita Harker, was the eldest daughter in the Harker family, one of the top four martial arts families. She was one of Sheldon’s bodyguards a long time ago. She wasn’t only beautiful, but she was also a very capable woman and she was an elite among the Schulz family’s bodyguards back then.

Knowing the woman was deranged in the past, Rosalie couldn't dismiss that possibility. Looking at Hayley again, Rosalie observed her closely, grappling with the question of whether this could truly be her daughter or simply another individual. The details Hayley shared seemed too significant to be random coincidences. Something was amiss, and Rosalie felt a pressing need to uncover the truth. If it turned out that Hayley was indeed her biological daughter, Heaven saved Wendy because she would ensure Wendy faced dire consequences for her actions.

"Wait... send who up? Who was in your room, Ms Hale?" "Her ex-husband," Rosa answered for me, her tone completely flat as she set her mixing bowl down and reached for a kitchen towel. She looked at me with a calm, unblinking focus that told me she wasn't intimidated by my glare in the slightest. "Tyler came by the estate when Ms. Hale here was right in the middle of her afternoon nap, and I asked him to walk right upstairs because I knew she would be awake soon."

This was it; the moment I’d waited my life for. Rosa started down the aisle first. Rosa was Leila’s nurse at the hospital, and her best friend. Leila had insisted that we pay for their airfare, and Rosa and her husband, Henry, had flown over to be with her on her special day. Rosa gave me a wink, smiling as she passed, then took her place at the altar. Although she knew that I was a vampire, she didn’t ask questions. Her motto seemed to be that if Leila was happy, so was she.