Rosalina Artwork นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I let out a breath, "When will he wake up?" It had been one day without Orion and I was feeling overwhelmed with everything. Bidding farewell to Celia and others was not easy, I had to make sure no one doubted Orion's absence. "The blue mark is fading," Rose replied as she added a palm-shaped leaf into the red paste and started mixing it. "I am sorry you had to stay here taking care of a person you have never met before." She smiled but the smile was dull compared to her other smiles, "I am helping you. My mother would have wanted this."

"Oh, Carlo. Look at me. Take a good look... Whose wedding do you think this is? This is my wedding. Mine, and I'll be marrying Luca. And you? You're just a madman crashing someone else's wedding." His smile froze. Tears rolled down his face. "No… It's not true… Rosa, you love me…" I dropped the wilted roses at his feet. "You're wrong. I did love you...but that was in another life. You murdered that love with your own hands, and my life along with it. All I have for you in this life is hate." I took Luca's arm and walked past Carlo without looking back. His cries echoed behind me, but none of that mattered to me anymore.

Now, he had hit her in front of so many of his men. Daemon showed no sign of sympathy. Instead, his voice was ice. "Who gave you the nerve to send Scarlett those photos behind my back?" "Who gave you the nerve to provoke Madre Elena?" At his words, Gianna's tears stopped abruptly, and her face went deathly pale. It was true that Daemon had shown her special consideration, but that was out of a promise he'd made to her deceased father. As for the "intimate photos" Scarlett had seen, they were fakes Gianna had commissioned, created using AI deepfake technology.

Someone had done something terrible to her. “Rosie.” Liliana broke my concentration again. “Did you find something?” I asked. I realized that my intense interest in Luna Delancy stemmed from her intense curiosity about the photo I was holding. “Haven't you noticed one strange thing? That Luna in the photo, she has a face that looks exactly like you!” At first, I couldn't believe it. All the clarity and detail in this painting was almost to the level of blurring, due to the burning on the right side of the painting which scorched almost most of the body of the painting.

Clarette muѕt bе wіllіng tо ѕhаrе me wіth Rоѕе. I wоuld require her tо complete her Dеgrее іn Library Sсіеnсе. Clаrеttе wаntеd to рurѕuе a mіnоr in Art tо ѕаtіѕfу her need tо раіnt. Rose аnd I would hеlр her іѕ thеѕе еndеаvоrѕ; but first hеr dеbtѕ аnd criminal charges muѕt be аddrеѕѕеd.

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

Her eyes sparkled. "Oh... this is absolutely beautiful.." Rosaline breathed out, setting her crystal flute down. "This is 'the one'. We absolutely have to get this." Elara melted in relief. Thank Go.. she thought, her shoulders slumping. "Wonderful choice, Mrs. Vane!" the saleswoman beamed, clasping her hands together. "Shall I have this one wrapped up for Miss Elara, then?" "Yes.." Rosaline ordered, pulling out a sleek, black titanium card. "Pack up the one she is currently wearing. Oh, and also pack up the other thirty-four dresses she tried on before this one."

"Are you alright?" Leonardo asked as he placed a cup of hot cocoa beside Hazel while smiling approvingly at the art she painted. "It's beautiful. What inspired such a painting?" he asked as he sat beside her on the rooftop. The painting was of a red flower with a diamond hanging in its middle. Surrounding the flower were countless werewolves howling towards the bright full moon.

Enough to fill the space with color and scent, the deep red catching against the dim light of the bar. They moved straight to the counter. “Delivery for Rose Rainer,” the first one said. “Can you sign?” Rose stared at them for half a second. “Yeah. That’s me.” She signed. “Where do you want them?” She glanced at the growing mass of roses, then gave a small shake of her head. “Anywhere they fit.” A card was placed in her hand. She opened it. Wild Rose. See you tonight. K. Vivian let out a sound somewhere between a squeal and a gasp.

“It goes away after a few weeks.” Her eyes lit up. “Can I get one too?” Rosa ruffled her hair. “Of course, princess.” We picked our designs—Rosa chose an intricate floral pattern for her wrist, while I opted for a delicate crescent moon on my ankle. Francesca, of course, insisted on butterflies on both hands. As the artist worked, Rosa smirked at me. “We should get real tattoos next time.” I scoffed. “I don’t think Alaric would be thrilled if I came home with a full sleeve.”