Novelas y relatos de Rosalie

The universe was conspiring in our favor, giving us a blessing for this new chapter of our lives. I got out of bed with a smile glued to my lips, my eyes still locked on the words written on the note. In an incredibly sweet way, Vincenzo had prepared my breakfast and left a rose beside the tray. Glancing towards the kitchen, I saw freshly brewed coffee in the coffee pot, and its enticing smell filled the air. His gesture touched me in such a deep way that I felt an overwhelming emotion in my chest, like a warm flame spreading throughout my body.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?

Stepping forward, Rosalie greeted the children first, both of them gasping at the sight of her. Rosalie wore a gorgeous maroon lace off-shoulder dress which was longer from the back than the front, paired with a golden necklace around her neck and her hair tied into a simple ponytail. Her hairs clicked against the marble as she greeted the others, noticing Arcangelo's gaze following her until she came up to the two. "Merry Christmas, Vincent." Rosalie smiled with maroon lips as Vincent grinned in response. "Merry Christmas!"

It’s him! “What have you brought here? Explain yourselves or die.” “Sir, we present you the Red Rose. The huntress you have wanted dead for many years. She came here today, in the guise of a prisoner, with the intention to kill you. We convinced her that we would work for her, knowing that it would allow us to bring her to you, unaware of the danger she would be in. She is at your mercy, to do with as you wish Sir. She also has another identity; this woman is the new Luna of the Blue Flame pack.”

Whilst Alexander is faced with a rival from the past, baying for his crown, Rosalie is dealing with a foe much closer to home. Rosalie is a white wolf, the Goddess' own assassin and protector of the werewolf species. Will Rosalie find the power within to defeat a new dark evil? In order to save the life she has made for herself in the past, she will now have to once more leave everything she loves behind and venture back to the future to defeat what lurks in the shadows..... Landon Coombes has know that Rosalie Summers was his second chance mate the moment that he l

[Rose] I walk out the back door searching for a uber even though Carried lectured me about denying Kaden and being rude to him. She was right, It was rude of me to deny him. I just didn't see him helping me, and I thought it was a hassle for him. Afterall. All the other girls never get a ride from him or Coby all the time. They go home on their own. I have to learn to do so too. I stood there was a minute before my eyes noticed someone at my preferable vision. He was right there, near his car. About to get and I look at him.

I murmured with barely a voice, feeling that the strength leaving my body. The girl fixed her brown eyes on mine and the next thing she said, was released with hatred. I hate that completely shook me. “Do you remember Dan Rose? I suppose so, since you pushed my uncle Olly to death.” Every word said by that little girl was like a new stab in my chest. “Are you the daughter of...?” "My father is Dan Rose, yes. You can even say his name, can’t you?” She ranted full of poison. But before either of us could say anything else, Betty gave a little gasp before ending up passed out in my arms.

I saw the little note at a side of the bouquet so I picked it up and was about opening it when Tania barged in, still on her pyjamas like me. "Elle we only have today to complete the necessary..." She paused on seeing me. "Wow, look at that!" She exclaimed smilingly and hopped on my bed gleefully. "Dan sent this?" She asked, snatching the bouquet and sniffing in it's alluring scent. She also likes roses, afterall her name is Rosalie, Lol. But truthfully, Tania's lips were deep red naturally just like a red rose. She's blessed with very long black hair, smooth alluring porcelain skin and lovely sea blue eyes with a beautiful face. "I don't know who sent it, I w

Madison said as she took the tray from the maid. "I'm sorry miss Ross. It won't happen again. " the maid said pleadingly. "Relax, l was just teasing you. You can go. Thank you." Madison said and the maid nodded and left with a smile. Immediately Madison entered back into the room she heard a familiar voice call her name. "Madison.where are you?? The voice asked. Madison came downstairs to see Gloria standing in the living room calling out her name. When Gloria finally saw her she walked up to her as fast as she could and they hugged each other.