Rosalie Novels & Stories

They surprised you. Rosalie spent the entire morning ruining Pearl's assumptions. She had expected someone spoiled by privilege and protected by reputation. Instead, Rosalie repaired a damaged pack strap when one of the younger scouts struggled with it, volunteered to ride beside nervous members of the expedition whenever the trail became difficult, and somehow learned half the group's names before midday. None of it matched the image Pearl had formed. That annoyed her more than she cared to admit.

Instead, she thought about Alex and his lovely grey eyes, his broad shoulders and enchanting smile. Rosalie spent the next three days curled up in her room. Everyone was still in a celebratory mood, so the days were full of feasting and frolicking. There was a reason she stayed hidden. She did not want to bump into Chris, his mate Grace or Alex. More importantly, Alex. He invoked weird feelings in her. She had loved Chris, and she still did, but her feeling for Alex was different, more intense, and the way he looked at her was almost predatory. She felt intimidated, yet strangely drawn to him. It confused her wolf. "Rosalie, you

Everyone looked toward that woman. River thought the woman’s voice sounded familiar, so he turned around. He saw Rosalie Lafayette walking over angrily. River frowned. ‘What’s that woman doing here? Who is she calling her husband? Isn’t she unmarried?’ Rosalie was almost thirty years old, yet she did not even have a boyfriend. No man wanted her because she was bossy and a workaholic. Despite her being twenty-nine, she did not have a single pursuer. So what if she was pretty?

With one arm, his warm palm squeezed her chin, and with the other, he dug into her underwear and kneaded the softness inside. The woman's body was so well matured. He didn't realize this woman's body was so sexy. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly and he snorted a laugh. ‘Little woman, I really didn't expect to meet you again this way. This time you can't escape from me.’ "Stinking rascal!" Rosalie reacted and fought to push him away. A rascal? What a rascal has to do with this is yet to come! Rosalie is 5'6", with a slender figure was like a small bonny in front of Victor, who was 6'8", and although her little fists were

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.

Ricardo retorted, Rosalie walked Into the Mafia King arrival hall, and she saw Harley, sitting down on the bench waiting for whatever coming her way, Rosalie walked closer to her and she asked, baby girl, what's your name?“ Harley Davidson” Harley said while tears dripping down from her eyes, “Harley, darling," he purred as she entered the room, "come with me,” Rosalie said, “Just let me be, I don't want to talk to anybody,” Harley said, “Baby girl, I don't want to rough handle you, please, stand up and come with me” Rosalie explained,

A red runner lined the walkway in front of me, leading up to the altar where the statue of the Moon Goddess, with her white flowing hair and outstretched hands, looked down upon the place of worship. Beneath her, laid out as if this was a funeral, lay my sweet Rosalie, her eyes closed, her chest still. As I walked toward her, I noted the beauty of the white dress she wore, how it sparkled in the soft candlelight that surrounded her at the altar. Her hair was curled and framed her face and shoulders, and her long eyelashes and bright red lips made her look as lovely as I'd ever seen her. But it was clear my Rosalie wasn't just sl

She seemed to be a leader in her group. "No, thank you," Rosalie said. "I don't gamble. I'm just here to accompany Vonnie. I'll be leaving soon." Just then, a beautiful woman stumbled over with a wine glass in hand. When she saw Rosalie, her eyes lit up, and she walked up to hug her. "Darling, did you come here alone? I’ve never seen you here before." Feeling uncomfortable, Rosalie leaned back. "Sorry, I... mmph..." Before she could finish speaking, the girl had kissed her. Rosalie was thunderstruck.

Hayley questioned her inner thoughts. Meanwhile, Rosalie felt an unfamiliar emotion swell within her as she held Hayley close. She gently closed her eyes, savoring Hayley’s sweet scent, trying to determine if it reminded her of her daughter Hazel. Quickly dismissing the thought as absurd, Rosalie reminded herself that it had been twenty-nine years. Even if Hayley were her daughter, there was no way she could smell like Hazel. However, as she remained in Hayley's embrace, Rosalie could have sworn she detected a hint of familiarity in Hayley’s scent. Was it merely a figment of her imagination? She w

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."