Rosalina Drawing Novels & Stories

Lady Lucia breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that her mistress would be safe for a little while. Lady Rosalina healed up and by the third day of Tor being gone was sitting in her sitting room and finally was able to wear a real gown. She was sitting in a chair sewing with Lady Lucia. Lady Rosalina was a little relaxed and in less pain than she had been. Lady Lucia was happy to see her mistress was able to sit up in her chair and dress. But the happiness was short-lived. Right after the evening meal, Tor entered Lady Rosalina’s chambers. He approached his wife, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her up. She dropped her sewing and tried to pull away from him. He gripped her wrist tighter an

It takes my whole day to know who is she? I search about her and her family and know that her name is a Rose and her brother also killed by Evil and then she became mad and went into a mental hospital then she escapes from this hospital and now she is in my mansion, there is no doubt that she is mental now and dirty also. But I’ll recover her soon as possible, I’ll try my best to recover her and spend my whole life with her. I plan everything and take many black roses about 500 and separate their petals then spread all these petals into the room and a red rose, which is in reality a magic rose in which a fairy was in imprisonment, also hide here. I wait every second for her that when she com

Bella hurriedly went out to go get what I had ordered her to do. With my hand still forcefully clutching a lock of hair, I turned her around so that I could look at her face. VANESSA.... The grip on my hair was so tight and it made me want to cry, but I had bit down hard on my lips. I cussed loudly when I bit down on the sore in my lips. I tasted my own blood.

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

I walked over to my closet and picked out something I would need to go with the outfit. After I finished making the outfit look perfect, I then sat at my desk and got started on my homework. As I sat looking at the picture I drew yesterday I realized it was taking me too long to refine the picture. I grabbed my headphones and cell phone and began again. I started to get into a rhythm, as I was listening to music I grabbed my color pencils and started coloring the picture in. It started to look so realistic that I actually looked like I was there in person drawing and coloring the page.

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

He had never seen her actual drawing. But then Prince Xavier recalled the rose sketch that she had done for him and thought she must've nurtured it over the years when she was alone at home. He immediately asked a page to retrieve the sketch from his room. When he showed it to his mother, the Queen smiled and said, "It's so beautiful Xavier. Did you sketch this?" "Melissa did it." Xavier said. "What? It's really amazing. Such a talented child!" Queen Serina exclaimed in surprise. Prince Xavier smiled and continued staring at the drawing, lost in his own thoughts.

"It's not enough. Fire her, Maddox!" "Let's leave that for later. Celeste, what exactly did Rosalie draw or paint that has you so frazzled? She's just a little girl," I said tiredly. "I'm sure that whatever it is, it's not that bad." "Really?" Celeste huffed. "Then take a look at this, Maddox!" She turned the canvas she had placed against her chair over. I inhaled sharply. A figure was running as flames burned them alive, and there was a burning house that resembled this one behind them.

They won't help me. I draw in another breath, preparing to rejoin the party— When the door creaks open behind me. I turn. And there she is. Rosalina.