Novel & Cerita Rosalie

Death Is Just the Beginning Upon Your Return - Episode 15 Hours afterward, as she pushed through a crowd of men and women with her maid and her driver Pierre lugging two baskets behind them, Rosalie pointed to an amber-colored fruit. “From Spain, Mademoiselle. Shall we?”

I opened my own studio, and my days became full, vibrant, and happy. One night, Jordan stepped out of the shower, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on the small of his back. I leaned closer. It was a rose in full bloom—beside it, a little girl dancing. My fingertips trembled as I traced it, my eyes stinging. "I had it done when I was seventeen," he said softly. His gaze lowered to mine, eyes shimmering with starlight. "I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride."

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞.... 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫

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.”

“Says here she is deceased.” “Does it have a pic?” Asrar asked running his hands through his hair. Avalon enlarged the picture on her tablet before passing it over. Asrar saw it and knew right away she was the women. Those emerald green eyes where the replica of the girls. Avalon gently took back the tablet as she ran some pictures through the school basses till she found one from a high school back in Gastin. She rotated the tablet to him and he nearly buckled looking at her. The beauty he saw at the airport was right there. “Rosalie Brightale.” Avalon spoke as she tried to find anything else but nothing. “She graduated in Gastin but never went to college.”

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.

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

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.