Rosalie Novels & Stories

Rosa was at the verge of defeat and she was already unconscious and giving up her ghost in Paul's evil hands when something strange happened and all she remembered was finding herself in a lake where a strange woman whom she later came to recognise as the moon goddess treated all her wounds, removed the poison from her body and healed her completely. When she felt that she was completely healed, she decided to go back to Arnold's Pack to ask for his forgiveness and accept him as her mate. Well, it was over a month or so since she disappeared and he had started getting worried and he had also given up on ever meeting her again. Therefore, when she showed up, he was so cold towards her and he

I was surprised to see such a gentle side of Rosalie. A tall, charming young man and a bright, smiling young lady ran around freely in the gentle summer night breeze. It was just like a scene straight out of a movie, but I couldn't enjoy it. I felt a chill run through every part of my body. For the first time, Rosalie felt like a stranger to me. She was a prodigy known by everyone in the state. She was accepted to Baston College before turning 18 years old, and at 21, she was already a rising star in academia.

The water was cool to the touch and Rose had to admit it was a pleasant change from how she’d been feeling since she met Ty. Gods, there she went again. Thinking of him. She needed to stop thinking about him and get him out of her head. It wasn’t long before a figure came into sight, walking along the shoreline. With his hands in his pockets, Ben strolled toward them. Rose could only call Jules’ gaze as she was trying to eat him up from a distance. What was going on between the two of them? They needed some kind of help with this.

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.

She decides to pretend to be occupied with her phone. Nothing like a hundred watchful gazes to make one uncomfortable in their own skin. Rosalie had a lighter complexion, compared to her father who had a stunning gingerbread complexion. She has neat brows arched above her round eyes. A freckle dotted above her left cheekbone, a straight nose, plump dark lips, a small chin and jaw. She wears her school uniform and a pair of white sneakers. Rosalie's shiny dark hair was fastened into a ponytail. Cole adored the white bow with a rhinestone sparkling; in its center, and pinned neatly to the base of her ponytail.

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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

Jade replied shamelessly, "Oh, come now, they've known each other since they were kids. We're together! I'll let Allen take Rosie's name if that's fine with you." She then signaled for Allen to come over, but Allen did not budge. My mother smiled and said, "I've told you: it's better for our families to not have any further dealings. Stop all your bullcrap and get straight to the point." Jade's expression turned awkward as she said, "Actually, I came to apologize. Please have mercy on us. The Walters can't take this anymore!" "Why not? But Allen must admit that he was engaged with Rosie, and Lydia has been the third wheeler all along."

“Good. Very good. I told you that girl would never last. Her happiness is just fickle, a little breeze can end it. She really wanted to live better than us? Once the bank we owe comes. She will lose the Grey company if her new clothes don't sell well.” Orla lowered the phone, still smiling. Then…. A hand touched her back. She froze. “Was it fun?” The voice was calm and sounded sweet. “Yes,” Orla said instinctively, still smiling until she turned. Her breath caught and her face was drained of color. Her legs almost gave out as she held her phone tightly. She immediately ended the call. Rosalie stood behind her. Tall and Poised as always.

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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 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.