Rosalina Cry Novels & Stories

I said quickly, desperately, “my boss might recognize you and he’ll notice…people will talk. They’ll notice you’re a totally different person from me, please go without makeup even if you have to wear the skirt… just go without makeup..I beg you.” Blaire crossed my arms and tilted my head, smiling slowly like a cat who just caught a mouse. “Ohhh… look at Rose…so desperate.” She giggled. “I love this.”

"I am allergic to rose oil! Dad knows about it! And Avril was the one who told the maids to smother my bed in rose oil! Dad was the one who found out about it…" Layla exclaimed, crying pitifully as she nursed her stinging cheek. "You're still trying to lie about it!" Eric roared, suddenly stepping forward and grabbing her by her collar. He tightened his hold on her, lifting her up. And since he was very tall, Layla was almost lifted off the ground.

He trembled so violently, you could hear his teeth chattering. Red-eyed, he looked from person to person, and finally, back at my body. "No," he murmured. "No… it can't be. That can't be Wendy." He collapsed to his knees, the weight of it all knocking the air from his chest. Adeline Murphy stared down at him, expression cold, yet her eyes full of pain. "No," she said. "She's not Wendy. She's Rose." Mickey froze. The name hit like thunder splitting the sky.

The air in my room was thick with the scent of my own tears. I came out of the bathroom with swollen eyes, my face pale and tired from crying for too long. My heart still felt heavy, too full of pain and confusion. I couldn’t stop the tears no matter how hard I tried. Why was he punishing me like this? Why was Jack, my mate, treating me like I was something he regretted finding?

After all he does owe me an explanation on why he wants us to stay here for a couple weeks. A couple hours went by and someone from the front seat called me to tell me that Sabrina was in the hallway. I went to the door of our suite and ran to the elevator. The elevator was super slow finally I made it to the bottom. There she is my Luna, I ran to her side, when I went up to her she had a bruise on her left eye. “Who did this to you,” I said with anger in my voice. “I don’t know, I didn’t see their face,” Sabrina said while shaking.

she implored and was getting even more miserable since the one she is begging not to leave, left already. She stayed there on the floor, witnessing the sun rises for a new tomorrow. Her tears never left her until the morning comes and her voice started to dry out. She cannot cry anymore after hours of outbursts. Those times she lent for herself to release are enough and it's now time to face the world outside, to face the person who caused her destruction.

Isabella's shoulders slump slightly, and she looked down, not meeting Rose' eyes. "I see. It's just... after the confrontation with Nerissa, she insisted they were married legally. I can't believe Mateo would do that without... without even getting the real reasons behind my sudden absence." Isabella's face contorted in pain and she covered her mouth with both her hands in a tight embrace. Tears streamed down her face and she began sobbing quietly. Rose reaches across the table, offering a comforting hand.

It’s him! “What have you brought here? Explain yourselves or die.” “Sir, we present you the Red Rose. The huntress you have wanted dead for many years. She came here today, in the guise of a prisoner, with the intention to kill you. We convinced her that we would work for her, knowing that it would allow us to bring her to you, unaware of the danger she would be in. She is at your mercy, to do with as you wish Sir. She also has another identity; this woman is the new Luna of the Blue Flame pack.”

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.

she protest Matteo didn't reply her, he rubbed the bridge of his noise and any sensible person could see that he was trying to hold himself from doing something bad. “Meet me in my room Rosa, I can't stand the sight of some people” and with that he left me with the hot lady without really explaining what was going on