Rosalie Hale Novels & Stories

Rosalie let out the breath she was holding and pouted her lips. "How am I supposed to have a good sleep after this?" Rosalie muttered and glared at the door like her father was standing there. She laid back on her bed and covered herself with the duvet. She sighed and was pulled into messy thoughts. 'Would I be able to kill Kyle?' She thought and rolled to the other side of the bed. *** Rosalie had begun walking around the village reeking of her perfume. She always applied that to her body and it became part of her scent. Therefore, if Beta Kyle scented her he would surely meet her.

Surely Magnolia didn’t pay her to go against him like this? Rosalie looked nervous as she scanned the courtroom. Her eyes found Magnolia and her entire body tensed. Something was going on that Sebastian didn’t know about and the thought was irritating. One look at Hannah’s confused face showed that this whole thing had to have been a giant lie from the beginning. “Please state your name,” The judge ordered her. “Rosalie…” she said. Her voice was soft and quivered as she spoke. “Rosalie Parker.” “And what is your business at the palace?” He asked.

He pushed the door open. Then stopped. His entire body went still. Professor Vincent Hale was standing near the sinks. Nathan stared. For a second, his drunken brain couldn't process what he was seeing. Then he noticed the other person. A boy with bright pink hair was standing close to Hale. Very close. His lips were pressed against the side of Hale's neck. Nathan's fingers slowly curled into fists. The music outside suddenly sounded very far away. His eyes fixed on the pink-haired boy. Then on the professor. Then back to the boy. Something hot twisted violently in his chest. His blood boiled. What the hell was this boy doing with Professor Hale?

she smiled but she wasn’t looking at Rain, she was looking at Alexander. “I’ll lead the way,” the woman even had deep dimples in her cheek when she smiled, she also looked like she knew the kind of effect she had on the people around her. “I’m Rosa Valentine,” she said even though no one fucking asked her for her name. “I’m the manager, the second I heard that you were having a meeting in our humble establishment, I took it upon myself to welcome you personally and see to it that everything will be to your liking,” Great, she was also an ass kisser.

Rubbing my eyes, I sit up straight and was about to stand up when a voice stops me from doing so. “Hello,” Looking towards the source of the voice, I notice another Sister of Selene. She was wearing the usual white robe, the hood was covering half of her face, and that shiny red lipstick. Glaring at her, I made it a point to cross my arms over my chest as well to show her that I really did not like waking up over here. Not to mention it was due to their priestess. She wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she did something to make me faint. “Your next step is thru the salon. You have to have your hair cut.” Looking at her like she grew another head, I clench my jaw. “Gloria made me faint.

It is only while she is getting dressed that it dawns on her what has been said in the phone conversation and she tries to speed up. Christopher Harris watches, as his girlfriend gets dressed for work in the early hours of the morning. He does not like the power that David Oswald holds over her. His friends have told him that this will soon change but he does not believe it. Alice looks more besotted with this man than she was with him. That isn’t right; it isn’t right at all. “What can be so important that you have to go into the office at…?” He looks at the clock and sees the time, “Fuck’s sake you’ve only been in for an hour?”

Rosalie wasn’t wearing heels now; she had a pair of white converse sneakers on with a pair of bright pink overalls. It was comical because his wife was 5 foot nothing and Selena was 5’11. “I could speak to the chef who cooks our meals about adding something for you. But I’m sure what your preferences are…” Rosalie extended an invitation yet to Roman’s ears it sounded like she was telling Selena to fuck off.

The name hit like thunder splitting the sky. He jerked his head toward Adeline. "What did you say? Who is she?" Adeline's lips curled into a faint, bitter smile. "I'm Adeline. And she's Rose. Now do you get it?" When I was three, I became an orphan. Helen Murphy from the orphanage found me and gave me the name Rose. Two years later, a little boy arrived. He was quiet and distant. He never played with the others; he was always the target of their bullying.

After all, he was the most closed off; we knew he had a fucked up childhood but not the extent of it. "You say she left his belongings?" Silas asks, his voice much calmer than it had been seconds ago. "Yes, and hers as well, so strange." And hers? Who is this woman? Wait...if she really is... "You say she was here with a detective?" The attendant nods. "A Mr. Justin Powers or something like that. He seemed very disinterested in the case; he made the young lady cry." I hear Silas' sharp intake of breath. Justin is under the Magliana payroll; anyone who is anyone knows that. The second he learns a Black Rose has a known family member, he'll definitely take that to them, and in turn...

I huff quietly and do my best to ignore his leering eyes as he pushes the dazed woman away from him and licks the remaining blood from his lips. “Rosalyn is it? Don’t be shy and come stand beside your master,” Matthias says to me as he places his glass on a brown coaster on the coffee table. The way he calls Paul my master makes my skin prickle. Paul fists his hands but looks to me and nods for me to come stand beside him. My legs feel shaky as I step closer, keeping my head to the floor and hoping we won’t be here long. “Lift your head and look at me, Rosalyn. It’s rude not to look at someone when they speak to you,” Matthias demands calmly and I don’t like where this is going.