Novel & Cerita Rosalie Twilight

In a gesture of gratitude, she hugged Angelika, feeling even closer to her daughter. Hours later, after taking care of all the details and finally getting dressed, Rosalie looked in the mirror. She was stunning wearing the dark blue dress that perfectly outlined her curves. The V-cut valued his silhouette, and the slit on his left thigh added a subtle touch of daring to the elegance of the costume. She felt confident and powerful.

Rosalie had gone inside the temple, the door left ajar. I could smell the matches she used to light the candles at the altar the second I stepped into the sanctuary. I felt an odd rush of air touch my skin despite the stillness in the room. The candles didn't even flicker. The downy hairs on my arms and neck rose as I watched Rosalie move around the altar, striking match after match. She looked so young in the soft multi-colored sunlight drifting down from the stained-glass windows, the reflection rippling over her hair and cheek as she turned to light a single candle that had been placed in the hand of the statue of the Moon Goddess.

Stepping forward, Rosalie greeted the children first, both of them gasping at the sight of her. Rosalie wore a gorgeous maroon lace off-shoulder dress which was longer from the back than the front, paired with a golden necklace around her neck and her hair tied into a simple ponytail. Her hairs clicked against the marble as she greeted the others, noticing Arcangelo's gaze following her until she came up to the two. "Merry Christmas, Vincent." Rosalie smiled with maroon lips as Vincent grinned in response. "Merry Christmas!"

“Good. Very good. I told you that girl would never last. Her happiness is just fickle, a little breeze can end it. She really wanted to live better than us? Once the bank we owe comes. She will lose the Grey company if her new clothes don't sell well.” Orla lowered the phone, still smiling. Then…. A hand touched her back. She froze. “Was it fun?” The voice was calm and sounded sweet. “Yes,” Orla said instinctively, still smiling until she turned. Her breath caught and her face was drained of color. Her legs almost gave out as she held her phone tightly. She immediately ended the call. Rosalie stood behind her. Tall and Poised as always. Rosalie's temperament is always like she is superior to

Rosalie let out the breath she was holding and pouted her lips. "How am I supposed to have a good sleep after this?" Rosalie muttered and glared at the door like her father was standing there. She laid back on her bed and covered herself with the duvet. She sighed and was pulled into messy thoughts. 'Would I be able to kill Kyle?' She thought and rolled to the other side of the bed. *** Rosalie had begun walking around the village reeking of her perfume. She always applied that to her body and it became part of her scent. Therefore, if Beta Kyle scented her he would surely meet her.

Fuck, that red lipstick made my skin on fire. Her mouth was poison. That’s all I could think as Rosalie glared up at me from the bed with her lips swollen from tequila and defiance. Her body sprawled in that fucking red dress like a taunt. My taunt. "Fuck you," she spat, but her chest heaved and her pupils were blown wide—whether from alcohol or anger, I couldn’t tell. "I’m doing you a favor," I growled, leaning over her. The scent of her, it was sweet liquor and something darker, hotter, wrapped around me.

At his words, Richard’s eyes grow wide with shock, and I immediately know that he must know the story behind mine and Gil’s being separated for so long. “This is the sister?” He asks now, continuing to eye me. “Goddess, she is quite the beauty. Is she as powerful as she is claimed to be?” “She is,” Gil grins. “So, I’d suggest you treat her nicely.” “It’s nice to meet you,” I say as a bought of laughter escapes both men. “I’m Rosalie De’Evangaline.” “Richard Tutor,” Richard responds, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips. “The pleasure is mine.”

‘I’m an outcast; people really never want me to join their team besides I’m out of merit points’ indigo replied. ‘You’re joking right’ ivory said out loud laughing, when she saw no one was laughing along, she kept quiet. ‘I guess you’re not joking then…if I may ask, why are you an outcast? you’re too handsome to be one’. ‘It’s because he’s slow in leveling up, he became a phase two days ago’ Alfred said glaring at ivory who decided to keep her mouth shut. Clearing her throat Natasha continued ‘that is Alfred a second year and a phase two fire elemental and I’m Natasha a first year and a phase one water elemental’.

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

Sarah asked, tilting her head in confusion as their pace slowed down. "Just a little bit." Charlie pored over his shoulder to smile at his girlfriend. "You tired? Want me to carry you, hmm?" Sarah bit her lower lip seductively and even they are surrounded by darkness, her repulse to show her charms reigned. She tucked a hair behind her left ear. "I can manage well. Though, these little burrs are pissing me off," she informed and looked down on the burrs sticking to the hem of her dress like pieces of magnets. Some brushed the upper part of her legs.