Rosalina Artwork Novels & Stories

"Take this pink ribbon off my eyes I'm exposed And it's no big surprise Don't you think I know Exactly where I stand This world is forcing me To hold your hand 'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me Well don't let me out of your sight Oh, I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite So don't let me have any rights Oh, I've had it up to here!" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I pai

She couldn't forget the venomous threat note, and more importantly, she couldn't shake the chilling glare from Ostin’s piercing blue eyes. After dressing in a simple, structured woolen gown, Rosalie paced her sitting room. Marta entered a few moments later, humming happily under her breath as she began to clear away the hearth ashes. She still had a knowing, delighted spark in her eyes whenever she looked at Rosalie’s collarbone. "Marta," Rosalie called out softly, stepping closer. "Can I ask you something? Discreetly." Marta paused, dropping her iron brush, her expression shifting into one of rapt attention. "Of course, my Luna. What is it?"

MATTEO I switched the phone off, from the content of the message I could tell who it was alright and the least I could do was to bother myself about a weakling like Leonardo. I drew Rosa closer to me, taking in her lavender and shampoo scent, it made me feel at ease and slowly I fell asleep. ****** The sound of my alarm woke me up, I stretched my arms and that was when I realized that I wasn't cuddling Rosa anymore, I tapped on each side of the bed, too lazy to open my eyes.

One painting showed a Great Wolf with fur of liquid gold, eyes burning with a primal, ancient fire. She moved to the next row, and her heart nearly stopped. It was a painting of a single, deep-crimson rose in full bloom, its petals velvety and rich. Flanking it were two small, tight rosebuds, their stems intertwined. Tiny droplets of dew sparkled on the canvas like crushed diamonds. "Willow! Look at this," Evan called out. He was standing before a piece depicting a sea-dwelling spirit, her form half-submerged in moonlit water. "I think this would look perfect in the study."

"What is Samuel’s fault? Hasn't he been good all this time? All this time, Father Arturo also loved you and Diego very much, right? How could you do this?" A cynical laugh escaped Rosalina’s lips. She looked at me with a mocking gaze. "Arturo? He rejected me flatly back then! It was only after his wife died that he offered for me to be his wife. But for what?! I was only used as a tool to be a babysitter! I was only told to care for Samuel without him ever touching me with love! I am hurt! I had to pretend to love Samuel just to win Arturo’s heart, but that never happened. I even had to trap him just to get him to touch me!"

He stopped. "We'll just wait for her till she gets out and drop her home for now." He nodded. "Kaden, I need to talk to you. About certain someone I once worked for. I need your help in it" I look at him and nod. "We have to take care of this situation first" I said walking inside. "Who are we dealing with?" I asked, my eyes staring at Rose as she danced over the floor. My hands clenching in fist everytime she took something off her body. She never went nude. But her in a bikini was enough to send me off.

she remarked. She released royal musk pheromones, but Priscilla's fir scent shot back, "I don't care for flowers." Madison's words fell on deaf ears—like a punch into a cushion. What did this woman know? Plum blossom paintings were the true masterpieces.

Chapter 41: Transformation ARIEL'S POV I swallowed a lump, feeling my heart misbehave as I watched Ravenna take out the two medium-sized paintings. One was of a sophisticated-looking lady in a red gown, standing in a garden of roses, gently touching the flowers. She looked… content. I had fallen in love with the portrait at first glance because I loved roses. But when I saw him buy it, I was confused—most of the ones in his room had darker themes.

He turned to leave, but Rosalina's next words stopped him in his tracks. Rafael's eyes widened in shock and outrage as he stared at the image on Rosalina's phone, his mind reeling with the implications. The painting was unmistakable - it was Eva, nude and beautiful, her skin glowing with a soft, ethereal light. Rafael's face turned white with rage as he looked up at Rosalina, his eyes blazing with fury. "Where did you get this?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. Rosalina smiled, her eyes glinting with triumph. "I saw it last night, Rafael. In Alexander's bedroom. Care to explain why your wife's naked portrait is hanging in your enemy's bedroom?"

Luna suddenly sucked in a breath in wonder. A painting had caught her attention. It was a large oil painting depicting a woman in a flowing black gown standing by a stormy cliffside, her gaze fixed on the turbulent sea below. “This one…” Luna trailed off. “It’s haunting.” “It’s an original from the early Renaissance period.” Sebastian explained. “The artist was unknown, but his work captured raw emotion in ways only few could.” Luna exhaled, shaking her head in amazement. Then, Sebastian walked toward a tall, veiled canvas positioned on a special display stand. With careful hands, he pulled the cloth away, revealing the piece that had brought Luna here.