Rosalina Drawing Novels & Stories

No signature beyond the initial. Her breath caught. The napkin was mundane and small and the drawing was a whisper of something that had wound through her like a secret. A person in a house this precise had taken the risk to leave a tender thing. Elena folded it carefully and pressed it into her pocket like a talisman. “Someone noticed,” Rosa said with a shy grin. “We like that you remember things people do. You’re not—” She searched for the right word. “You’re not fake.” Elena’s smile was thin and grateful. “Thank you,” she said. “That matters more than you know.”

ROSALINE I don't know what took hold of me but from the moment Russo had left home this morning, I could not stop thinking about him. The image of his face and of his cock had been imprinted in my head for long hours and no matter what I tried to do, I could not successfully get him out of my head. I had tried drawing for a while but that was when Russo had arrived and then I had lost focus on my drawing so I had just given up and decided to come see him in his room.

, I ask. She stutters, though her eyes are lively. I smile to her again, "Get to it then." By the end of the day, the designer, who's name I learned to be Rosaline, has designed the most gorgeous, most feminine, most bold concept for a dress. "... Beautiful.", I whisper, letting my fingers slide over the drawing. Rosaline smiles with me and claps her hands together, before sipping on her glass of bubbly, "I'm so happy for you. For me!", She chatters, squeezing my arm.

He turned to leave, but Rosalina's next words stopped him in his tracks. Rafael's eyes widened in shock and outrage as he stared at the image on Rosalina's phone, his mind reeling with the implications. The painting was unmistakable - it was Eva, nude and beautiful, her skin glowing with a soft, ethereal light. Rafael's face turned white with rage as he looked up at Rosalina, his eyes blazing with fury. "Where did you get this?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. Rosalina smiled, her eyes glinting with triumph. "I saw it last night, Rafael. In Alexander's bedroom. Care to explain why your wife's naked portrait is hanging in your enemy's bedroom?"

The door was pushed up. “Here is the work of my blood, sweat, and tears.” Rosalyn gasped. There was tons of artwork in the room. Rosalyn's eyes fell on the artwork in the middle of the room. Rosalyn looked at Carlos as if asking for permission. “Go ahead. Feel free to check any artwork you like.” She got closer to the painting. It was a portrait of a girl. She looked oddly familiar. Rosalyn feels like she has seen her before but she can not place where.

“Do you love her?” Rosalie sat on the garden grass with her stretched out legs. A notebook rested on her lap and a pencil clutched tightly between her fingers. She paid no mind to the soft ground beneath her. Her eyes wandered past the mansion wall, taking in the trees and the small patch of flowers she cherished. Leaning over her notebook, she sketched quietly, lost in her own world to kill boredom. Two more days had passed since that day, yet Rosa still refused to see him. At times, she would quietly peek into his room, only when the ache in her heart became too heavy to bear.

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.”

Chloe’s pale face became a little bit rosier; she smiled happily and promised to do this every day until Chloe woke up. A week later ivory and her instructor who taught weaponry were engaged in very tough battle, all the students were surprised at ivory’s improvement but ivory knew that it was Anita’s handiwork. At last the battle ended with a draw. Mrs. Fiona nodded her head proudly as they both redrew their weapons, Mrs. Fiona reduced her power to that of a phase one or else ivory would have being utterly defeated. ‘Keep it up ivory’. Ivory smiled and winked at Natasha who smirked in return. Keya watched them in jealousy; she narrowed her eyes as she smiled viciously. Soon they would be be

MATTEO I switched the phone off, from the content of the message I could tell who it was alright and the least I could do was to bother myself about a weakling like Leonardo. I drew Rosa closer to me, taking in her lavender and shampoo scent, it made me feel at ease and slowly I fell asleep. ****** The sound of my alarm woke me up, I stretched my arms and that was when I realized that I wasn't cuddling Rosa anymore, I tapped on each side of the bed, too lazy to open my eyes.

Overall a perfect combination making Rosalina feel weird sensations. Jeremy noticed Rosalina standing but the kitchen entrance lips parted looking at him. She was wearing a mustard-colored crop top with black shorts giving an insight into her honey thighs. Rosalina's skin complexion was fair but not very fair, her body was lightly tanned while her face was fair. Jeremy smirked at the sight.