Rosalie Novels & Stories

her lips were curled into a soft, welcoming smile. I offered a small smile in return before muttering a soft "Hello" Lilo looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to say my name, but then sighed when she realized I wasn't going to. "Colleen, this is Rosalya, but she also goes by Rosie. She's Calix’s human mate!", Lilo said like if she were a proud mom. Oh my gosh, this girl. Colleen gasped, clamping her hands to her mouth with widened eyes. I shrunk into the bed a little as I wasn't really liking her reaction.

Now Natalie sees another possible route. She lifts her wineglass. “Mr. Mercer, are you going to introduce us to your guest?” Adrian looks up from the tender meat he is removing near the fish’s cheek. He knows perfectly well that Natalie recognizes Rosalie—and why she wants him to say it aloud. He is in a good enough mood to indulge her. “Rosalie Hayes,” he says. “Senior jewelry designer at TÉRA.” The introduction is impeccably professional. Rosalie gives the table a polite smile.

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

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he murmured softly, his deep voice remarkably quiet, completely devoid of the harshness from the night before. Rosalie looked at the water, then up at his calm, stone-carved features. She reached out from beneath the heavy fur cloak, taking the leather pouch with trembling fingers. Holding the thick cloak tightly around her shoulders like a shield, she stood up on her shaky legs and walked slowly toward the heavy timber door with the cloak dragging behind her because it was too big for her small frame. Stepping just to the threshold, she rinsed her mouth with the ice-cold water, the crisp moisture waking up her groggy senses. She moved to the quiet corner of t

If anything, she should be scowling at her. "I've heard a lot about you, your majesty. Do you know that you are an inspiration to many Haldian women? I had never thought I would get to see you in person," the woman rattled on grinning from ear to ear. Rosalie forced a smile on her face. "May I know your name?' Rosalie cut her rambling short and asked as politely as she could. "Oh yes, my name. Where are my manners? My name is Sera. Clovis is my mate," she told him.

"Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!" - Thirty minutes later, Alfie rushed into the study, clearly panicking. "Mr. Garnett! We've searched the whole villa, but there's no sign of Ms. Smith! But… But…" John clicked his tongue, pursing his lips as he narrowed his eyes sharply. "But, what? Speak properly!" Alfie took a deep breath, and did his best to finish his sentence. "We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!"

Elara said humbly, "I shouldn't take the credit. If James Osborne didn't cause a scene that day, he still would've failed if he'd insisted on expelling Merida." The parents and teachers were really grateful for Elara as they had been putting up with James for a long time. "Elara!" Rosalie called out while holding Paisley's hand and walking to Elara with a smile. Harold was walking behind Rosalie. Rosalie had pale makeup on, and her eyebrows looked thin. She was wearing a thick fur coat and holding an Hérmes handbag. She also had a pendant that cost more than five million dollars to go with her coa

The universe was conspiring in our favor, giving us a blessing for this new chapter of our lives. I got out of bed with a smile glued to my lips, my eyes still locked on the words written on the note. In an incredibly sweet way, Vincenzo had prepared my breakfast and left a rose beside the tray. Glancing towards the kitchen, I saw freshly brewed coffee in the coffee pot, and its enticing smell filled the air. His gesture touched me in such a deep way that I felt an overwhelming emotion in my chest, like a warm flame spreading throughout my body.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.