Rosalina Artwork Novels & Stories

And seeing not just Luca in her, but Aria too, doesn't make this any easier. Rosie smiles. "Do you want to see my drawings?" My eyes widen in shock, and I turn to look at both Alessandro and Claudia, who nod approvingly. "I'd love to," I reply. She shrieks in excitement and grabs my arm as I follow her to the living room. She is showing me her artwork, each piece more colorful than the last. I notice a drawing of a woman with long hair and a man with a beard, holding hands with a little girl—the same one I had seen earlier.

Alexander: You're a beautiful flower that I'm starting to really like. I squealed silently...if that's even possible...in excitement, a goofy grin overtaking my features. This was definitely a scene straight out of one of my romance novels. Rosette: So in this category, what do I call you? Best to play it safe for now. Alexander: Choose Rosette: What if I don't want to? Alexander: You have to, so please do. Rosette: Fine Rosette: Alexander No reply, I waited for what seemed like minutes but was actually just seconds.

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.

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

I looked up instinctively and caught sight of myself and my to-be mate in the mirror. My makeup was heavier than usual today, and I looked a whole lot different from how I normally looked—just like the roses that Marcus had especially planted for me in the greenhouse—shy, bashful, and delicate, yet as captivating as ever. Meanwhile, Marcus looked even more handsome than ever in his black haute couture suit. We exchanged glances. And in that instant, we saw the smile in each other's eyes. "I don't want to see them," I said. Marcus nodded at once without any hesitation. "Alright. Then, I'll get someone to ask them to leave."

The endless questions stopped when a small portrait was handed to him. The artist was very attentive. In the portrait, slightly larger than a palm, the details were finely drawn. The beautiful bride smiled sweetly surrounded by family. Her hands, wearing long embroidered lace gloves, held a shiny silver knife, working with the handsome groom to cut through the tiered cake. Flowers and silver candles created a dreamlike scene. "Jasmine asked me to pass on a message: the groom ate your share of the cake for you, and it tasted very good." Lin Yilan relayed faithfully. "She also said that a gift from her brother is a must. You can give it to her when you go back."

If anyone saw her now, they wouldn’t even recognize that face as mine. She pouted, twisted her lips, and smiled at her reflection like she was admiring a piece of art. Then she reached for my perfume.. fuck! my favorite one and sprayed it over herself again and again, until the room smelled like roses and smoke. “Blaire, whatever your name is,” I shouted in her head. “Stop using my perfume like you own it!” She rolled her eyes, smirking. “Shut up, Rose,” she said flatly. “Before I shut that mouth of yours forever, dumbass.”

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

She keeps her mark on full display by pulling her soft straight hair into a high stylish ponytail, adds a simple winged eyeliner with mascara on her eyes and nudish pink lip gloss to her plump lips. During our month apart, Rose learned a lot about wolves, one of the first being that we don’t like strong perfumes and scents. We prefer the natural scent that people are born with. She has since tossed anything with a strong scent, albeit that wasn’t much since Melinda purchased most everything she has. But Rose has double checked with most everyone she’s been around on her products, not wanting to offend anyone’s noses if she can prevent it.

But she instinctively shrank herself on seeing a new person. Rosaline went up to her and talked to her gently. “Hey, Jas. How have you been, girl?” “I…I am okay, Miss Rosy.” “Rosy, just Rosy Jas. Remember what I said - my fellow art enthusiasts call me just Rosy.” “Ohh..okay, Rosy.” “What are you working on?” “This…this is you…you and your…your boyfriend.” “You drew William and me together. Oh Wow. Thank you so much.”