Rosalina Cry Novels & Stories

Rosaline POV: I awoke blind folded, both of my wrists were chained, I had a collar around my neck that was also chained. I was standing up and I dropped my head, as I felt tears burning in my eyes. No Rosaline, don't cry, don't let them get that pleasure of seeing you cry. I thought to myself. I don't know what happened. I was in my cellar laying down in pain, the gash that was on my cheek was throbbing and didn't want to heal so I laid down to try and get some sleep. And then I heard my door open, and I saw one of the omega's and then everything went dark.

Rosealba murmured and the silence found its way into the air, again. “You know you do not have to keep bottling this up,” Lina said suddenly, surprising them both with the softness in her tone. “It’s okay to cry, to feel it. I’m here.” Her words were calm and comforting and it sent a surge of security through Rosealba. Like a dam breaking, the tears came, slipping silently down her cheeks. She hated this. She hated being seen like this. She hated being the object of pity. But the pain… it was too much. She had been a fool, blinded by hope, clinging to a love that was never real. And she had seen the sign. She had seen all the signs that he was not good for her, but she was carried away by th

60 ~ROSALINE~ "No..." I drop to my knees and try to gather the liquid on the floor. My tears drop into the liquid and I wipe them from my face with the back of my hand. Sobs take over me and I sweep the liquid up, broken shards scratching my palm. Some lodging in. I try harder to scoop it back into the broken bottle. At least just a few drops. I pin my trembling lips together. "Please... Please...." "Rosie...."

Once again, the door opened and closed, taking away Aiken and Karras along. The great hall was only left with two presences instead of five. That was when Rosalina let go of her princess's demeanor and almost slumped to the floor as if it weren't for Alessa, who supported her in time, and brought her back to the seat. She waited in silence, letting the young princess cry his heart out until no more tears were left before handling his handkerchief. "Thank you," sniffed Rosalina as she accepted the extended white linen and brought the small material to dab the salty crystal drop off her pale face.

End of flashback~ Present time "ROSA!!" "ROSA!!!" "ROSALINE!!!!!" Rosaline turned around only to see Antonio standing at the doorway staring her. His eyes widened as soon his saw her tear-stricken face. He rushed to her and cupped her face. "Oh God- What happened? What are you crying?" Rosaline looked at him sadly. Feeling wetness on her cheeks she realised that she has been crying for so long. She couldn't hold her pain any longer and crashed in his arms while sobbing loudly.

Alejandro left, but not before pinning Inés with a promise of future reckoning. Silence settled. Alonso rubbed a hand over his face. “He’s wound tight tonight.” “Tonight?” she asked. He gave a humorless laugh. “Fine. Always. Did he scare you?” Inés released a breath. “Should he have?” “Probably.” Alonso leaned against the desk, casual façade already creeping back. “What did you really see?” Lie. Tell half-truth. Or trust a devil? She chose the middle path. “Numbers. Dates. Nothing I understood.”

"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.

"I'll see him." I wanted to hear what he had to say. When Finn was brought in, I almost didn't recognize him. His hair was a mess, his face was ashen, and he had dark circles under his eyes. It was as if someone had drained the life out of him. "Rosaline…" he croaked. "I came to apologize." I said nothing. "I'm sorry." He dropped to his knees. "I swear I know I messed up… Please, for the sake of our three years together, let me go."

Silas's voice, muffled through the window. I opened my eyes and immediately regretted it. The world spun, nausea rolling through my stomach. It was dark outside. How long had I been out? Silas's face appeared in the window, pale and terrified. Behind him, Noir stood rigid, his mismatched eyes burning with barely controlled violence. The memories slammed back. Ellie. Vittorio. The deal. Her kissing me while someone came up behind— Pain morphed into something more excruciating than anything else. A tearing sensation in my chest like someone had reached in and ripped out vital organs while I wasn't looking.

was all I could muster. "Why?" Rosaline repeated, her voice vibrating with venom. "Because they took everything from me—the one thing I loved more than life itself. They destroyed my life, my reputation, my happiness, all to serve their own selfish agendas. Him and his mistress. I've been maltreated and betrayed severally, countlessly! But no more. It's my turn to take what I deserve: their pain, their humiliation, their downfall." She paused, her face hardening into an expression of pure, vengeful rage. "And I will make them suffer for it."