Rosalie Hale Novels & Stories

Well that was the case for Alexis and the girl, just that their parting was just a day ago. Alexis waved to the girls and she head to Madam Lydia office, Madam Lydia was the CEO of the restaurant, and she was also one of Alexis patient, when she was in the office, even Madam Lydia was so glad to see Alexis in her office, even though it was just a day, it felt like years to Madam Lydia.

“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.”

"Especially Delores. Rosa's experience is the primary source material. Delores should see herself in it before anyone presents it formally." Riley nodded. Made another note. I walked back out. The compound was doing its work. The framework was growing into what it needed to be. The network was beginning its life. Somewhere four states away Rosa had organized eleven years of documentation into Mouse's taxonomy. Somewhere a woman named Patricia Hale was contributing her truth to a policy document that was building something her father had spent twenty years trying to prevent. Somewhere Mae was carrying the weight of what she had done and what she had offered and the slow movement toward someth

Elisa said with a smile, staring straight into Roxy's eyes. "If you dare lay a hand on Robert, I, Roxy Sloan, swear that I'll fight Blossom Hall to the bitter end!" Roxy was suddenly enveloped in a shimmering white glow as a formidable pressure surged forth, striking everyone present with a profound sense of dread.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

Azalea's POV All it took for my world to officially shatter was one sentence from Noah Hale. Rose shifted her gaze from Mrs Drywoods and approached me, stretching her hands forward to offer me a handshake, the innocent smile on her face masking away the wicked person she was. “Hello, Azalea. I'm Rose Valentine. I hope we get along well and work together to bring this company forward." I couldn't shake her hand. I felt like my hand was suddenly heavy, like it was tied to a bag of sand.

Anne emerged from the kitchen and placed a cup of tea in front of me, then laughed as she gently stroked Hailey’s hair, “Is there something exciting happening at school today? She’s been so cheerful since she woke up.” Before I could answer, Hailey eagerly turned to Anne and said, “No, I am not going to school today. I’m going to meet the pretty lady and Ryan.” “What pretty lady?” Anne’s voice carried a note of surprise, and she glanced at me. “Her name is Rosalynn. She’s as beautiful as an angel. Even Miss Christine isn’t as pretty as she is,” Hailey responded before taking another bite of her sandwich. Anne suddenly gripped the chair tightly, her eyes wide and fearful as she looked at me.

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

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."

The rain in Manhattan didn't wash away sins; it only made the blood slicker on the pavement. Sloane Volkov—known to the underworld as the "Black Rose"—stood in the shadows of an alleyway across from L'Eclat, a club so exclusive its entrance didn't even have a sign. She adjusted the hem of her gown. It was a masterpiece of deep, bruised purple silk that clung to her curves like a second skin. To the casual observer, she was a socialite waiting for a car. To the man she was hunting, she was death incarnate.