Rosalina Mario Novels & Stories

I was kneeling in the center of it, barefoot, damp, exhausted, dressed in one of Mirabella’s old faded house gowns with bleach stains across the hem, looking less like family and more like the servant Rosalina constantly reminded me I was. “Oh, calm down, honey.” Rosalina’s voice flowed like silk dipped in poison. “No one is marrying you off to a dead man. I would never do such a horrible thing to my daughter.” A small laugh followed. Soft. Controlled. Cruel. My scrubbing slowed. I lifted my eyes just enough to see Rosalina seated elegantly on the velvet couch, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of red wine balanced between her fingers. Her lips curled.

Rosalina asked emphasizing each word "Cause he wants to sort things out with you Rosalina ..." Mae answered "Sort what out?" Rosalina asked giving an amused expression. "He still loves you Rosalina " Tristan answered "Love? Me?" Rosalina asked sarcastically and then laughed "You call this love?" Rosalina said pulling her t-shirt showing the scars on her neck and hands "Tell me you call this love!? Then tell, who the fucking hell treats the one they love this way?!" She said loudly

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.”

“Wait. Is Rose blonde, tall and slender? Has fair skin and hazel eyes?” “It’s amber, not hazel,” I corrected. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Are you out of your mind? She’s part of Cosa Nostra, or did you forget? Rosaline Guerra is off-limits to you, brother. Always has been. Don’t tell me you took that as a challenge.” “She was never a fucking challenge,” I roared back. “She’s part of Cosa Nostra?” Ma breathed, utterly shocked. “I thought she was an outsider.”

Mona Blackwood: Mona is the Arrogant and prideful trophy wife of Adam and the Stepmother of Lucas. Due to her long-standing friendship with the Sean family, she presses on the engagement between Lucas and Isabella. She tries all means to push poor and low-status Roseline out of the picture and hasten the engagement between her son and Isabella. Roseline’s POV

I once thought I'd marry him, I loved him, I still do, but I am not in love with him, and he is forever bound to Belle Valentino. I am sitting upright on my bed, staring at his name as it flashes through my screen, repeatedly. Relectantly, I pick it up. "Baby." He says, and I grin, immediately switching it to face time. "Marcello." I laugh. Damain Marcello Mikealson is a very handsome italian man, perfect but weighed by past love and trauma. One of the things we all share is Trauma. "Clementine," He grins childishly. "How is London?"

I exclaimed as an unfamiliar feeling of hurt and jealousy gnawed and pulled at my chest. Marco nodded, confirming what he just said. “Liam is to marry Rosalinda as part of the agreement.” “Liam?” I repeated, recalling the experience I had at the store earlier today. Rosalinda called the figlio di puttana who dared to press his gun to my stomach, Liam, and I knew that it couldn’t be a coincidence that he knew my name. So he was Diego Romano’s son. That explained his balls!

Maddy ordered “Please don’t leave me; I can tag along with you. The pain has stopped so I can run, I won’t be a burden please” Hakeem begged Caroline, Caroline hesitated but finally gave in “Okay then let’s go” They rushed outside and Roman stopped abruptly when his eyes met Harley’s red ones, she was covered in blood and standing over a dead kanima. Joan on the other hand was just watching in shock all along, Harley closed her eyes and opened them and they were back to their normal color. She was back to being herself

The door soon creaked open and Mario walked into the room with something in his hands, he walked over to the side of the room and openeded the window revealing the very clean and dark room, all though it was dark and scary it still looked neat and manly. "Please my prince let me go." Lara begged as she stared at him. He gently walked over to her with a blue rose in his hands and sat done next to her on the bed. "I don't know much about women and didn't know how to express my feelings in the right way so don't get scarred of me." Mario said and stared at her face. "But..but you slapped me... You nearly kill me... I can't marry you, you may hurt or kill me someday if I make you angry!"

I just stood there, dumfounded at everything that just happened. Marco walked up to me, concern filled in his eyes and I could hear it in his voice as he asked, "Are you okay, Rosa?" I smiled at him gratefully and nodded. "Now that you're here, yes." "That was something else," he lamented, eyes trained on the door. "I know. I can't believe he thought marrying me was a good idea!" I exclaimed. "That idiot needed a punch in the face. But Enzo wouldn't forgive me," he grumbled.