Rosalie Verte Novels & Stories

All elders of the kingdom. "Xavier why is this so urgent?" William says to me as I walk in. "Who is this she-wolf of a rogue you have brought into this castle?" "Her name is Rosaline, she's, my mate. James Arlo and I saved her from the Red Mark Pack " The four of them looked at me shocked when they heard me say mate. My mother and father are smiling at each other. "Come sit and tell us what's going on" Amelia says to me as she sits down at the table.

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

Just once she wanted to be loved by someone without her pleading them to , she too wanted to experience the sweet feeling of being loved and pampered away from the eyes of contempt and disgust at being born as a freak , was it too much to ask ? Sounds of footsteps came and Rosalie hurriedly wiped her tears away , her ears perking at the sound of someone turning the doorknob , she waited for the familiar scent of her mate to release her out of her insecurities and struggles but contrary to it - a highly posh and charming scent of chance eau tendre wafted over to her followed by a woman in jimmy Choo Love hundred glittered tulle and canvas pumps with denim jeans and white shirt . Her blonde ha

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."

I felt like I was watching a life I was never going to have. My vision blurred. I bit my bottom lip, hard. No. I refused to cry over this. A knock at the door pulled me back to the present. I wiped under my eyes quickly and straightened up, a cold mask sliding over my face like second skin. “Come in,” I said flatly. Sebastian walked in, holding a large basket of pale pink roses. His usual formal smile greeted me. “Good afternoon, Miss Rosalie,” he said gently. “These are from the boss.”

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?”

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!"

Victor nodded slowly, "Yes, easier, but you won't get off the hook that easily." Rosalie stared at him, a vicious wolf-like gaze emerging from her eyes. After a long time, Rosalie turned around, slowly walked up to him, grabbed him by the neck and looked up at him as he watched, "Victor, you vile pervert, you’ve forced me to sell my flesh, but my soul will never yield!" Victor raised his eyebrows in surprise: "I will make you submit." "Bastard!" But the next moment a smile appeared on Rosalie's lips. She stood on tiptoe and approached him slowly and provocatively.The very moment Victor wrinkled his brow, Rosalie snapped his lips shut.

Rosette flicked her braided wine-red hair to her back then said, “I suppose Romaine didn’t tell you that I will be visiting, eh?” Rozelyn nodded, still processing the fact that this woman—who happens to be Vesta’s cousin and vampire—just gave her champagne minutes ago. Rosette put her elbows by the ledge of the ivory veranda and moved her body towards the western horizon; to where Rozelyn was still seeing the couple earlier now fucking by the curtainless window. Silence shrouded between the two. It was Rosette who broke the deafening quietude. “Would you like to hear a story?”

Albert Crousse and La France fluttered in the silent wind , Chelsea loved these two especially La France with its exquisite charming look , that pink splattered with crimson was simply beautiful and their mild fragrance was enchanting . But that was not the complete truth , she indeed loved Peonies because they weren't intoxicating like roses but she loved them because these flowers were the ones Rogue had given her on the day of their engagement . Peonies signified happy marriage and when Rogue gifted her these flowers , she was over the moon . She believed Rogue gave her these peonies because just like her , he wanted a happy marriage with her but -