Rosalina Crying Novels & Stories

She whispered Rosalina burst out crying as soon as she heard the voice. She needed someone who can understand her point of view in the right sense. She hugged Lia's waist, crying. Lia felt terrible for the girl as she hugged her back as a sign of comfort. "It's okay," Lia said. "Why am I so pathetic?" Rosalina said while sobbing "You're not pathetic Rosalina...You never were. Its fate is pathetic" Lia replied "I cannot go near anyone...I cannot show my face to anyone. Jaxon was right I am a slut" Rosalina said crying her heart out

Riana asked pointing at the picture in Rose's former room. "That's my daughter, Rose. My lamp which was taken away from me." Mrs. Gabriel was about crying until her husband comforted her and whispered to her that it's too early to make our new daughter aware of our tragedy. "Why are you crying Mom? Dad, why is she crying?" Riana was confused and wanted to get a reply.

Summers looked intrigued to learn about Rosaline’s secret. “Alright, tell me. If you say nonsense, don’t blame me when I go back on our promise.” Jane nodded. “One time, Rosaline cried until her eyes were red. She told me you weren’t happy with her because she wasn’t a boy. You thought that she was humiliating you. You had a child out of wedlock. However, that child was run over by a car. She cried for a very long time. She said that even if you didn’t like her, the child who got run over was her brother, but you didn’t even let her see her brother for the last time. She was very sad about this.”

Killian's expression darkened when his eyes landed on the tears slowly tracing down her cheeks. Rosa’s lips curved down when he looked straight at her teary eyes. Killian’s numb eyes gazed at the tears. Why is she crying? Rosa gulped, feeling embarrassed at her own timid nature. She raised her tiny palms and immediately wiped her eyes. Killian intensely watched her. Wiping her face with her palms, Rosa looked at him. Her cheeks flushing due to embarrassment. ‘He probably thinking why i just cried, Rosalie is such a fool.’ she thought, staring at him.

No one dared speak. The video began. Rosalina’s voice, raw and weathered, filled the room once again, before her face appeared. She was in a sterile hospital room, sunlight spilling in through half-closed blinds. Her dark hair hung loose around her pale face, IVs snaking from her arm. > “If you’re seeing this, it means I didn’t make it,” she began, her voice wavering. “Dad, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't listen and ran away. I love you papa."

I stated with a grin on my lips, and Rosaline slapped my shoulder. She tore her head away from my chest and masked her face with a nonchalant look. “I mean, it would not have been bad if you had stayed unconscious for a little while. It was so nice having to spend time here without having someone yell or order us around.” She said she was trying to put up a façade that was obviously weak as fuck. Ariana brought her lips closer to my ear and whispered, “She is lying, daddy; she was crying all this time you have been asleep and screaming at the moon goddess to wake you up; she was also rolling on the floor.”

And I doubt Lucian brought me here to ravish me. His gaze finally lands on me again, deadly serious. “Nara, I… I’m sorry, but I have to ask.” I turn fully towards him, arching an eyebrow. “You look like you’re about to confess to a crime.” He bites his lower lip, avoiding my eyes. His weight shifts from one foot to the other, defensive, uncertain. “I just… need to clear something up.” I fold my arms. “Then ask.” He drags a hand through his hair. “Is it true…?” The words catch in his throat. He looks down, voice lower. “I’m not accusing you, I just—Rosalina came out of the stairwell in tears. Said you tried to push her.”

And standing right in the center of the ruins, under the broken crystal chandelier, is Rosalina. She is still wearing her white lace wedding gown, but the dress is stained with bright, fresh streaks of red blood. Her beautiful brown eyes are wide with terror, staring straight at me as three shadow figures—men with no faces, wearing the suits of the Mafia Council—step out of the dark behind her. "Christopher, help me!" she screams, reaching her hands out toward me. The pear-cut diamond on her finger flashes brightly through the smoke. "They are taking me away! Christopher!"

She sighed, giving Selena the I-warned-you look. "I-I thought we had something special." Selena's chin wiggled, holding back her sobs. "Cry about it later, okay?" Rosalina said, bestowing a bitchy smile. "Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that," Lily said, patting Selena's arm. "Don't be mean, Rose." "He's a fuckboy! He wasn't imagining you in a wedding dress when he was fucking you!" Rosalina ranted, her hands flying everywhere in frustration.

Rosana’s dazed, confused eyes snapped toward Wilson. She stared at him, eyes blazing with anger as tears poured down her cheeks. She roared, “Do you think I’m not trying? That I’m not doing my best to forget him? Do you think so? The more I try, the harder it becomes for me…”