Rosalie Novels & Stories

She straightened up from her relaxed position, sitting forward with renewed energy. "What did you say? Levante is home?" "Yes," the friend confirmed. "And this woman has been accompanying Prince Levante everywhere." Rosalie took the phone and studied the image more closely this time. Her expression shifted from mild curiosity to outright disdain. "You are saying this ugly mutt is with Levante?" The friend nodded tensely, sensing the storm brewing beneath Rosalie's calm exterior. Rosalie was renowned across the Lycan territories for her stunning beauty and graceful demeanor.

He tried to get on to his feet, wincing in pain as he did so. Isabelle did not appear to be fazed by this new turn of events. Her face twisted into a sneer. “So, Oswald, do you want to show me what you’re made of?” David stepped inside. “What have you done to her?” “Isabelle has become a member of the Brethren!” Belinda was aware of movement behind her and she twisted round to see the bar emptying through the back door with the entrance of David Oswald. Isabelle seemed to notice this too and she laughed. “They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!”

Charlie frowned and asked, “Who’s Rosalie?” Isaac replied, “She’s the one you greeted on the plane just now. Her name is Rosalie and she’s one of the mightiest in the Schulz family.” “Oh, really?” Charlie curiously asked, “Is she a descendant of the Schulz family?” “I don’t think so,” Isaac said, “it should be only a coincidence that her surname is Schulz. She started to work for Schuz’s family when she was eighteen years old and up till now. She’s someone to be wary of as she is capable of causing all the havoc within those three years.”

“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this. I am going to miss you.” “I have to Amber. I need this more than anyone knows.” Rosalie smiled happily as they broke away. She gently moved her long, loose dark brown curls from her gently tanned face. She never liked makeup and her face sure showed it. Though long faced she had a sharp jaw and a flawless complexion. She had a fringed bang to help support the long hair, making her appear a little younger then she was.

Does she not keep up with the times? She bring me in for a tight long hug and immediately I smell her sweet scent. A mix of roses and her natural scent that gives me the strangest feeling of being home. I know, weird. My body is on fire and I’m half tempted to bring her in for a passionate kiss. “It’s so great to finally meet you. I’m Rosalie.” She pulls back and smiles happily at me. Loud club music comes on in the distance. “Oh no. That’s probably Michael and Christopher taking over the party.” She rolls her eye and takes another drag from my cigarette then hands it back and trades me for the champagne.

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

Desiree spoke looking at Drezic. “I’m right here.” Tasrin spoke racing in. He had a small box in his hand to which he gave Rosalie. Roland used one of his hands to hold it in her lap as she slowly opened it to see a crown of flowers. It was beautiful. Rosalie smiled happily as she looked over at Tasrin. “I felt a queen deserved a crown.” “Can you put it on?” Rosalie asked happily. Tasrin nodded happily as he reached down carefully and pulled it out of the box. Drezic came around behind him and gently lifted him so he was above his aunt and had easier access to put it on.

"Please. Ju-" "You have half hour to speak with the boys and then I want you gone. I, Ellie Pierce, Alpha of Darkness, hereby expel you, Charlotte Charles, from the pack," I said and it felt like a massive weight off my shoulders knowing that she was no longer my problem. I wasn't going to have to worry about her next move and I wasn't going to have to constantly look over my shoulder. "I'll never survive as a rogue," Charlotte sobbed as she fell to the floor with her head in her hands.

“Exactly.” “Well, Romeo. . . .” Saoirse started. I snorted. “Romeo was a pedophile who was supposedly in love with Rosalin right up until he met Juliet. Plus, he killed his wife’s cousin. Next.” “Lysander from Midsummer’s Nights Dream,” Sarina said. It was her favorite play.

Rose chuckled to herself at that thought, it would have to be one hell of a man. Arriving at the academy Rose saw Madame Blanchard talking with another lady by the main courtyard, this must be Madame Gruage. She was shocked to see this lady in what... breeches?! They made her look slimmer and showed off her shape more than any imagination needed. She had long raven black hair braided down her back and wore a blouse tucked into her pant-breeches with what looked like riding boots. Instantly Rose reconsidered her choice of attire, she was not at all dressed for riding! Now more nervous than ever, her carriage pulled up to deliver her to whatever awaited with this woman.