Rosalina Crying Novels & Stories

“No, Alpha. She didn’t speak. She didn’t fight. She just… looked at us.” Kael’s chest tightened. “Like what?” he asked quietly. Ronan searched for the right words. “Like someone who already lost everything.” The door closed softly behind the Beta. Kael stood alone once more. He let out a slow breath and rubbed a hand over his face. For a moment—just a moment—the memory surfaced unbidden. Lunaria standing in the ceremonial circle, pale and shaking, her eyes wide with hope and terror. The way she had whispered My Alpha like it was a prayer.

The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse. “C-Celine—” Adrian stammered, shoving Marielle off as though it made a difference. “How long?” My voice was a whisper, fragile and sharp all at once. “Wait, let me explain,” he begged, his hand reaching toward me. Marielle smirked faintly, her dress slipping from her shoulder. “Maybe you shouldn’t marry a man you can’t keep, sister.” The words sliced deeper than any blade. I laughed—a broken, bitter sound. “Explain? No. You already have.” My trembling fingers tugged off the engagement ring. The diamond that once blinded me now mocked me

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.”

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.

Alina shifted in her chair, and his gaze was immediately glued to the movement, watching as Alina brushed her fingers over her jean pocket, where the rose resided underneath. The man in shadows smiled, "Looking at this rose, isn't it like looking into the heart of someone who has lost their purpose; a broken and desolate being?" He recited and watched as Alina subconsciously gripped the area over her pocket. Her long and delicate fingers, so much larger than he recalled, hovering protectively. She would start remembering, soon enough.

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

Seeing this, Rosaline held her hand gently and said kindly, “Just cry it out if you want to. Cry it all out.” As a fellow mother, Rosaline was familiar with the pain of separating with your own child. She thought Silvia would continue crying, but the latter wiped her face dry quickly and forced a smile. "I'm not going to cry. That's right, I won't! I'm releasing myself from that horrible marriage, after all! Why should I cry?" Her tone was stubborn and tough. "I’ll never shed another tear for this again! I'm only sad because of Autumn, but I just need to endure one more night of heartache. Just one more. I've moved past this."

Our life had never been perfect, but it hadn't reached this level of turmoil until she and Mathilde entered Blood Rose. I burst into Rina's lavish room, my patience wearing thin. She sat there with once-bright eyes, now puffy and red, but I couldn't be sure if those tears were genuine. "Are you crying? Is this another part of your plot?" I said, my anger filling the room. "You might have deceived my old man, but you can't fool me, TORI." Her mouth hung open in surprise as she quickly wiped away her tears, slowly getting up from her chair. Her eyes, which used to be bright, now looked sad and puffy, showing how many feelings were inside.

She choked, tears rolling uncontrollably down her cheeks at the mention of Oswin’s name. "B-baby? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Garry went to stand beside his loved one in an instant, wrapping his arm around the slender's shoulder from behind. "Princess Rosalina, what is going on? Why are you suddenly crying? And what do you mean by Prince Chester taking King Oswin’s place?" asked Alessa with her brows furrowed in confusion.

Lucian glanced at Romeo, who gave him a curt nod as if to say, 'Just listen to her. Agatha shifted her attention from Lucian to Soralina, glaring her down. "Stop crying. You hear me? I said stop crying." The hissing only made Soralina cry even harder, for she wished to be comforted, not confronted. "Crying like that is not going to bring him back so suck it up, and grow up. Stop crying over trivial things like that." "Tr-trivial? A human died-"