Rosalina Artwork Novels & Stories

'' 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?

The bright, beautiful smile was still plastered on her face, but it instantly froze the moment her eyes landed on the intruder. Seraphina didn't wait for an invitation. She pushed right past me, stepping fully into the studio hall, her eyes sweeping over the lavish art supplies and then landing directly on Rodah with pure disdain.

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself. Sighing, she took the frame from the table where there was a picture of Sei in it. Typical Sei with a frown on her face. She swore if they age, Sei would look so much younger seeing as she wouldn’t have wrinkles that formed over the years due to her not knowing how to smile. But it was too late, Rojean thought, Sei was gone and she had put herself into this situation because she somewhat felt connected to the woman she’s never heard of her entire life.

Rose’s POV: So, now that work he wants to do from me. I am tired just by washing utensils and wants to go home to where I spend y whole life but this tire of work makes me to just lay down on sofa and I want to relax my body but he again came and give me another work to do. Truthly, I never want to do any other work because I also not have so much strength to do any other and it makes me more anger. And this time I want that he should eat me instead of doing all that work from me. This time I have to wash his clothes and finally after an hour I complete this work also and now it’s evening, the sun looks so beautiful from the terrace of mansion, at one side sun is sat and on the other side th

I just felt that what Joanna did for this man was not worth it. In order to take revenge, she ended herself too. Does the Little Prince really love roses? I didn't know. But what I knew was Jeffrey was definitely not the Little Prince, and I was not a rose imprisoned in a glass case. My future had infinite possibilities.

The place was lined with ever-green vines, and a large French window stood at one end, with another door leading straight out to the garden of Rosa ‘Papa Meilland’. Amethysta walked slowly, completely lost in the atmosphere. She brushed her fingers over the fabric, still unable to see what lay beneath it. She turned back to look at the twins. “Can I lift them?” she asked, hoping for their approval. How could they refuse their queen’s request? They both nodded. Amethysta gently pulled off the white cloth and gasped in surprise at what she saw. A breathtaking painting unfolded before her eyes. Though she had never had a vision for art, she could still tell how beautifully and meticulously ever

"Ten million! Sold! Congratulations to Miss Liana from the Gardner Group for acquiring the famous painting!" Liana's face was flushed with joy, feeling triumphant. She thought she had outshined that despicable woman. However, Rosaline felt her heart sink. Her face froze into a frown. At that moment, Sean watched the situation unfold through his phone from outside the bidding hall. Alyssa was indeed impressive. She manipulated Liana into bidding ten times the price for a replica! She had completely read the shallow thoughts of this cunning vixen!

Our hearts beat wildly against one another, as if they’re trying to break through to get to the other. James slowly unclasps my bra, freeing my breasts. He stares down at me like I belong in a museum, and I’ve never felt more vulnerable and beautiful in my entre life. “You are a work of art, Rosalind,” he stares up into my eyes. “My wife. My mate. And a goddamn sculpture created by the Goddess herself.”

The only thing she actually admired about the display was the object hanging securely on the wall, proudly standing out amongst the pictures aligning the walls with fond memories, the simple center piece of the room that drew it all together. It was the beautiful rose painting that Chris had found stored away in the closet beside the stairs. Lifting up her hand, the brunette gently brushed away the dust that had collected on its oak frame, the specks of gray fluttering past her vision. Alina still didn't have a clue where it had come from, but she had to admit, upon closer inspection, that it definitely had a certain appeal to it. Floating in the middle of a black lake with realistic ripples