Rosalie Tik Tok の小説・ストーリー

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.

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?

She didn’t get a message back so was worried she put his number in wrong. ‘I did my angel. I was making it my home page screen. Now all I need is a beautiful selfie to complete my Angel’s profile.’ He texted back ignore Avalon who was sitting there just smiling at the facial emotions. Rosalie smiled happily as she walked over to a bare wall and made sure the light was adequate. She snapped a few before choosing a few to send so he can choose the best one. ‘How is this?’ She asked with a smile as she walked back to the kitchen.

"You're right. Plus, I don't think my apartment has nearly enough room for what you'll need to work on your art. Since you're all famous and everything now." Rosie rolled her eyes lightly, her cheeks growing warm. "I am not famous." Aatalo scoffed. "You have fifty thousand followers on I*******m, Rosie. It's only growing." Rosie shrugged sheepishly, her shyness starting to peak out. She cleared her throat as she stood up, not wanting to talk about herself anymore. "I need to get going. I have to meet with my real estate agent." "My baby is finally grown up," Tamara mused, clasping her hands together like a proud mother.

“I am serious but you kept on laughing at me.” “So which one?” She points her lips before tapping something on her phone and face the screen in front of me. From there, I saw one of the tiktok videos of my friends and my cousin then points the man who is wearing a dark Vogue hoodie. My forehead creases. “Mansrael?” She snap her fingers instantly. “Bingo!” I lean back on my chair while looking at her thoroughly. “Really? Of all these men, Rael?” She laughs. “And why not?”

I paused tilting my head at the sight of Tommy's tongue buried deep in some girl's mouth. What was her name again? Anastasia. Stacy. Who the fuck cares. “You do know he only wants to fuck you right?” They ripped away from each other. Her cheeks tinted in red as she glanced at me. “Christ.” Tommy hissed. “The fuck do you want, Rosie?” I shrugged. “Tommy isn't going to dump me, he said he loved me.” “Yeah, Rosie. Now how about you fuck off.” I stared at her pitifully.

Like I had the power of life and death. The third one, however, I did not allow to burn entirely but only the edge of the petals. Half red and half black. Roses on fire. Suddenly, I let out a hysterical laugh until my cousin walked into the office, perhaps brought on by the smell or even my outbursts. “What the hell are you doing, Rick?” “Killing them!” I replied, keeping my fanatical grin on my face. “Killing roses…” he repeated as he approached. “You okay, bro?”

She decides to pretend to be occupied with her phone. Nothing like a hundred watchful gazes to make one uncomfortable in their own skin. Rosalie had a lighter complexion, compared to her father who had a stunning gingerbread complexion. She has neat brows arched above her round eyes. A freckle dotted above her left cheekbone, a straight nose, plump dark lips, a small chin and jaw. She wears her school uniform and a pair of white sneakers. Rosalie's shiny dark hair was fastened into a ponytail. Cole adored the white bow with a rhinestone sparkling; in its center, and pinned neatly to the base of her ponytail. Rosalie was like a princess…

“Stop pestering him! Why can’t you get it through that cobwebs infested skull of yours that he’s done with you for good?” Rosalia. She emerged behind her clothes covered with precious stone, her hair rolled in a tight ponytail with diamond earrings on both ears. Her lips glistened with red lipstick, and high smelling perfume. She looked dazzling despite how I truly feel about her. “It’s almost time for our date.” Tagon turns to her with a charming smile, bends his neck a little and pecks her cheek and I watch her blush crimson red. The ground before me cracked under my feet. If before his words hurt it was little compared to watching them get cozy with no cares of my presence.

S he walked over to the laptop sitting on the desk and slowly, carefully, plugged in the USB She waited for the video to load while opening the envelope, it contained details of the event, she kept it aside Her fingers trembled slightly as she pressed play. The screen lit up with the elegant Rome villa, softly glowing in gold light. She saw Alessandro in a sharp suit, drink in hand, she saw the crowd, the laughter, the smiles. Then she saw the girl. Rosalie, wearing a soft peach dress She'd seen enough pictures to know how she looked at first glance but here, watching this clear footage. She realized how beautiful she was, sleek long dark brown hair, awkward body movements and a polite smile