Rosalie Novels & Stories

The waterfall roared louder than usual, but a rancid smell overpowered the usual scent of roses. Rogues were waiting for her, not Xavier. One of them was the unkempt man from the market. Rose readied herself, then she felt him. Xavier, running flat out, drawn by the bond. He burst into the clearing, eyes blazing. “Rose, run!” “No, we fight together.” Then the wild roses moved like a living thing. They had always grown thick here, but tonight they came alive. Vines wrapped her ankles, thorns gentle against her skin, petals brushing her face.

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.

She got up and placed the stole on her neck properly and then opened the door. A girl who is one of the hotel staff was there with a big parcel in her hands. "Mr. Sheerazi has sent it for you." That girl said in her French accent with a smile on her face "thank you." she replied and took the parcel and closed the door She opened the parcel and looked inside. It has a wine red colored gown that has a high neck and full sleeves. Typical him she thought.. He even has Sent her matching jewelry and sandals as well.

"Egoistic prick," "That hit Home rose," he uttered forging hurt. "Your turn," I said totally ignoring him. "This feels new," he said smiling. "What?" I asked. "Nothing, Umm...your full name?" "Rosalie Raveloson short for Rose, come to think of it are you some kind of stalker seeing that you miraculously knew my name," I squinted my eyes while giving of the suspicious aurora. "If you do remember you had on a summer dress that brimmed of roses during our first encounter at the stairs where you had dropped a...,"

"Eloise did work my butt off but it was worth it. She might be ice cold but she respects me and was very kind to help me grow my connections." Tamara scoffed, rolling her eyes at Rosie's always kind attitude. "She was cruel, Rosie. Nevertheless, I am insanely proud of you." Some of Rosie's artwork was going to be displayed in one of the local art galleries. It was a big moment for her, a huge step in her career. Technically, the first big move into the start of her promising career. "Th-" "Amour, is your cousine here?" The door to Rosie's apartment opened. A tall and handsome french man walked in, his accent thick but beautiful. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

After he said that, he was immediately interrupted by a phone call from Stephen. Stephen immediately sent Bea's location and picture to Robin, so that he could find her more easily. Robin is his best friend. Although he is five years younger than her, the similarities between the two of them are not far apart. Especially when it comes to their taste in women. PLAYBOY if Robin can be considered. Perhaps because of the strength of his charisma when it comes to women and also because of his attractive killer smile. A man is vying for attention standing at the edge of a boutique shop. All the women who passed by him turned their heads.

he mumbles before walking away. Rosalie placed down the picture frame before turning to look where he had walked off to as a shaky breath left her lips. Slowly walking towards the entrance of the dark room, Rosalie looked around trying to adjust her eyes to the darkness, “H-Hello?” She nervously called out before the lights flickered on. Frowning as she blinked slowly, Rosalie was greeted by the smiling faces of Louis and Marilyn, “Y-You moved so fast,” Rosalie nervously chuckled widening Louis’s smile and causing Marilyn’s to fade in shock upon seeing her.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.