Rosalie Twilight Novels & Stories

Feelings could wait until I wasn't standing three feet from an unconscious woman while my chest tried to convince me the sun rose out of her ribcage. Fact one: Rosalie was Easton's girlfriend. Had been for two years. Long enough that half the clan assumed the mating bond between them was already a foregone conclusion, a formality waiting on a calendar date. Fact two: today was that date. Their twenty-first birthdays. The night their wolves were supposed to confirm what everyone already believed. Fact three: she was here. Half-dead in a war camp a three-day ride from IronVale, nowhere near the altar she should have been standing at.

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"You did." Rosalie hesitated, then laughed. "I suppose I did." She headed off toward the palace without another word. "She lasted less than five minutes," Pearl said, watching her go. "New record," Evren said, chuckling. Neither of them noticed Raven, standing alone beneath the old oak. Her eyes followed Rosalie until the palace swallowed her, then lifted to the night sky — and for a moment, the strange silver light returned to them. This time the whispers came through clear enough to understand.

She jerked awake before dawn, gasping. Tomorrow was gala day. *** By six p.m. the mansion pulsed with silk gowns and whispered conspiracies. Crystal chandeliers turned champagne into molten gold. Inés floated among guests, tray balanced, smile welded in place. Alonso worked the room like a favorite son. Alejandro lingered at the edges, predator-still. Thiago? Absent so far. Halfway through the event, Alejandro’s gaze snagged hers across the ballroom. Steel met flint. He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning.

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."

“Enough.” We both turned to him. He stepped closer, his presence pulling at me like gravity. “Aria is working for Andrea Moretti,” he said evenly. “She’s Andrea’s new stylist.” The name hit me like a splash of cold water. “Andrea Moretti?” As if summoned, Andrea appeared. She was breathtaking, all sharp cheekbones and effortless elegance, her designer gown catching the light as she moved. She slipped her arm through Aleksander’s with the ease of someone who belonged there, her gaze sweeping over me with polite, icy disinterest.

I didn’t bother turning them back on I sat in the dark, alone, with only the faint glow from the city bleeding through the window behind me. The whiskey in my glass had gone warm, I hadn’t taken a sip My phone buzzed A message. Encrypted, untraceable. The way I preferred it. I opened it, and a photograph loaded slowly, until her face appeared Rosalie. She was outside her apartment, standing beside a girl I recognized from earlier reports. Beatrice. They were laughing, Rosalie’s hair was down, her face bare, her eyes shining in a way I hadn’t seen before She looked different, not in appearance, but in presence

“Come on, Rosie!” Mum's voice echoed downstairs. “Coming!” I yelled back. I spritzed perfume on my body then stared at myself in the full length mirror. I tied my hair into a ponytail, then gave myself the best no makeup look. I'd decided on a white off shoulder floral top, paired with a light pink satin skirt and floral white heels. Gorgeous. My cheeks heated up as Henry's voice floated into my mind. My gaze lingered on my reflection for a few seconds.

My parents had been killed by Goblins and some of our fellow fairies were killed by werewolfs. We called our home as Enlaja where all kinds of fairies are there. The fairies have 3 kinds. The mosega are the ones who looks like a monsters but they are still considered as fairies and one of us. They have the ability to transform thereselves in trees, birds, or anything in the forest. The pixies are the ones who look like tinkerbel. They are tiny and cute that literally a fairies and they have the ability to make poison. They are the fairies who maintain the beauty of nature and cater the fairies who are sick. And Lore are the fairies who looks like a human and I am one of them. We have the abi

We go long back. Tyler is your typical badboy, tall and handsome. Unlike me he has dark blue eyes and blonde hair. He is the reason of many heartbreaks on our campus. He likes to fuck around with no emotions attached. And to defend himself he always says that it's the girls fault involving with him even though they know what they are in for.