Rosalie Novels & Stories

'' 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.

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.

Louisa exclaimed, with a gasp. (Oh my, she looks so beautiful.) Mum laughed. “Enchantée de faire votre connaissance, Rosie.” Louisa said, holding her arm out. (Nice to meet you, Rosie.) I took it with a smile. “De même, Louisa.” I replied. She gasped, turning to Mum. "Je ne savais pas qu'elle parlait français.” (I didn't know she could speak French.) “On a passé la majeure partie de notre temps en France.” mum chuckled.

I was about to tell him not to bother, but then his phone rang, and I couldn't continue our conversation. "Wait a minute," Enzo frowned as his phone rang. He then answered the call and returned inside the mansion. Once again, I found myself alone in the garden, growing increasingly agitated. I had no idea about Atticus's condition, and it was starting to weigh on me. My worries shifted back from Atticus to myself when I noticed a car pull up in the driveway, and the person who stepped out was none other than the devil's doppelganger. Rosalie was dressed in black leggings and a black sports bra, her hair tied up in a ponytail, and she carried a water bottle. It

Suddenly someone called from behind him in a feminine voice. "Uhm, are you listening?" Edith looked back as he heard someone calling him. " Who am I looking at? She looks like a fairy." Rosalie was standing in front. She was wearing a pink gown. She let her hair fall down. She looked so beautiful. Edith was looking at Rosalie with a smile. He thought to himself, "This little child does not seem like a child today. In the gown she looks like an attractive full young girl."

COPYRIGHT 2020 A SHODIMU SOPHIA, DREAM_WRITER11 NOVEL. FRENCH ROSE. Written from Christina King’s point of view. Three. I could hear her footsteps getting louder as that second passed. It was a little slower than I expected considering she yelled my name thrice already. It was a struggle to pretend I was still asleep. I didn't know why but it just wasn't my thing. I would try my best and still get caught at the end of the day.