Rosalie Novels & Stories

And as usual when I get up from bed I get the urge to vomit but thanks to Dadi I have now remedy for it. I brush my teeth, wash up and get ready in royal blue and pink colored lehenga and wear simple jewelry and the necklace which Rudra gifted me in Parvatha. I eat some amla from one of the box to control my nausea a bit as I go to ring the bell to call Hira. But before I can do that Rudra comes in the room and he has a single red rose in his hand. He looks at me with sweetest smile and comes towards me.

─── || A few months earlier || A soft pair of beautiful eyes peeked nervously down the corridor. Rosalie Sinclair. A vision of delicate beauty. Twenty-one years old with a petite frame that seemed almost ethereal. Her rare lavender eyes shimmered like twilight mist, framed by long lashes, while her rosebud lips bloomed in soft pink innocence. She looked like a living doll, too exquisite to belong in the real world. Orphaned at five after her parents’ tragic car accident, she was raised by her aunt Carolina, who had a son, Kevin. He was a few years older than Rosalie.

"I know that. I'm not asking you to do anything weird. Just hold it together, okay? Remember, you've got a fiancée. If you get any funny ideas about me, that's harassment." Felix reluctantly approached. Squeezing some body wash onto his hands, he started rubbing her back. As his hands touched her silky skin, his mind began to wander. "Rosalie, do I really have another fiancée?" He had to change the subject somehow. "Mhmm." Thankfully, Rosalie decided she had teased him enough. "She's in Yartford, and her family's considered top-tier in Dragonia. I only found out recently. To be blunt, she's even more impressive than Xena."

I felt like I was watching a life I was never going to have. My vision blurred. I bit my bottom lip, hard. No. I refused to cry over this. A knock at the door pulled me back to the present. I wiped under my eyes quickly and straightened up, a cold mask sliding over my face like second skin. “Come in,” I said flatly. Sebastian walked in, holding a large basket of pale pink roses. His usual formal smile greeted me. “Good afternoon, Miss Rosalie,” he said gently. “These are from the boss.”

When Silas returned home, it was the first time he truly took a good look at the riverside villa he had bought with the Campbells' money. The place had a lavish French-style interior, crystal chandeliers, and floor-to-ceiling windows that opened to a dazzling night view of the river. He walked into the bedroom and opened the wardrobe. Inside hung Wynter's clothes, and an entire cabinet was stuffed with designer handbags. A wave of disgust rose in Silas' chest. Without hesitation, he threw everything out—every single piece.

He blinked, his curiousity piquing with every passing moment; what proposal could the fourth Young Master be planning? He watched as a huge crowd of people flocked towards a spot while he trailed behind them quietly. He stood behind a pillar, watching the entire scene unfold - he was quite lucky, he had a pretty, good viewing spot and he didn't have to bother about getting bumped into admist the crowd below. Dylan stood out amongst the crowd, his dark hair combed to perfection and his petite frame claded in a material that was all too familiar to Alan. He held a large bouquet of roses and a boxed dessert on the other hand, his profile appearing too stunning for the eyes.

Before I could clear the threshold of the front door, a sharp movement at the top of the stairs caught my eye. Rodah was standing by the balustrade, her fingers gripping the polished wood until her knuckles were white. The dark silk robe was tied loosely around her waist, exposing the smooth, flushed skin of her neck and chest. Her green eyes weren't filled with the terrified submission most women would show during a cartel hit. They were furious. She was angry at the intrusion, angry at her own vulnerability, and deeply sobered by the realization that her defiance had kicked off this entire avalanche. The raw, aggressive chemistry between us was still there, vibrating through the open space

Rubbing my eyes, I sit up straight and was about to stand up when a voice stops me from doing so. “Hello,” Looking towards the source of the voice, I notice another Sister of Selene. She was wearing the usual white robe, the hood was covering half of her face, and that shiny red lipstick. Glaring at her, I made it a point to cross my arms over my chest as well to show her that I really did not like waking up over here. Not to mention it was due to their priestess. She wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she did something to make me faint. “Your next step is thru the salon. You have to have your hair cut.” Looking at her like she grew another head, I clench my jaw. “Gloria made me faint.

Adeel said and Azisha got startled by his presence "When did you come? You had time to come." Azisha said "I just came now. Happy birthday Azisha," Adeel said and handed her the Rose bouquet Azisha smiled looking at the Rose bouquet. She is allergic to Roses and Adeel does not even know that. "I can not take them. Sorry I am allergic to them." Azisha said still smiling Adeel took that bouquet and placed it away. "it is ok, you do not have to say sorry. I am sorry I did not knew that you are allergic to them." Adeel apologised to her

It's noted that she has no family. Rosie is also 24, anaturalblonde,with blue eyes. She's worked for Club Rhodes for just under two years. She was previously sold only to be sent back. She agreed to this job with a substantial payout of over £200,000.