Rosalina Mario Novels & Stories

“We must administer the rest of the serum. After changing her myself when she was a young child, we established a mate bound connecting her to my son. Hopefully if Lucifer hasn’t found her, she will come for Josiah. As you know, it is very strong at the beginning of her change. We will lure her here and finish what we started. With the rest of the serum she will be a weapon for us unlike the world has ever known.” I burst through the door not caring at all the glares I was receiving. “What the fuck is going on?! I won’t let you take Rosemary and turn her into a weapon at your disposal!!” My wolf was threatening to tare their heads off one by one. She was mine and no one else’s. How fucking d

I walked inside and saw that he and Lynda are sitting at the coach conversing with each other animatedly while I stood by the door not wanting to be seen as I can't help but admire both of them and their love for each other. Lynda spotted me and dragged me to sit with them. Which I couldn't deny. "Did you have your dinner, my Rosa?" Mario questioned, caressing my hand that is holding his fragile one. "Yes, I did. Did you have yours?" I lied, looking away not wanting to get caught. Mario however put his hand on my chin making me look at him, but I don't want to look at him as my heart breaks every time I look at his face. He looks so thin and fragile as if he would break any moment.

"He is coming to take you tomorrow, so you will do as I say, Principessa. Tonight, you will pick your wedding gown and you will be ready for him." Rosana was on the verge of bursting into tears but she held herself. She still could not understand a thing he was saying and silently prayed it was not what she was thinking. It couldn't be a forced marriage. No, her father will never do that. He loved her so much and wanted her to be happy, always. "Who is this man, Papito?" Her voice quivered. She gulped hard, ignoring the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat. "Your betrothed, Sergio De Niro"

That’s why I will avoid him as much as I can. Me: If Hector comes over, tell him I don’t want to see him. Ken: Trouble in paradise. I had no energy to explain anything to Ken so I ignored that message and switched off my phone. I went back to reading more about Rosalina. I was almost done with the book anyways. Rosalina had written a few spells in her diary. Just some subtle protection spells. I fell off to sleep and was at the blue rose field again.

I say and she smiles with a little bend of the knees. "Nice to meet you too, Madame." She says and I shake my head. "It's just Kera. Please." I tell her and she giggles nodding. Rosalia has beautiful silky brown hair with bright blue eyes and soft pink lips. She looks like a real life doll but in a good way. Her and her mother do look very alike. "Is Alessio awake yet? I mean Mr. Marino." Rosalia quickly adds. I raise my brows before nodding, keeping my eyes on her. "He's just laying down." I say before going back to pouring coffee in four cups.

“It’s alright, mother. Rosy told me a lot about you, father. She admires you a lot. She told me to learn from you and be principled like you.” Asteria smiled as she walked toward him. Anthony rubbed her forehead, “Who is Rosy?”. Asteria was surprised as she replied, “Rosaline Dayne.” Anthony’s face relaxed. “You mean Lina. I had forgotten she is - Rosy to her friends. She is a good girl. A perfect match for our Liam.” Asteria nodded, “They look good together. Will looks like a normal person only in front of her.” Anthony led her to the couch, “How do you know them?”

he blurred out without a care not knowing that sia and Rhea had their eyes widened in shock staring at Mario and when he looked up, he nearly fell off the chair seeing the weird looks both ladies had "L...love her?do you mean the Casanova love Sia?" Rhea was the one who asked because sia had zoomed off hearing what crazy careless Mario had just said, did Emiliano really love her. She knew he cared for her but did he really feel locked for her, if so, then why hasn't he could fess yet or better yet told her about it or was Mario making things up

Is Rosarie Darling my type? No! Is she from some wealthy family? Fuck no! Is she the kind of woman I usually fuck? Hell no. Too mouthy. Too stubborn. Too fucking dangerous. But that brunette hair? That body? My eyes don’t seem to give a fuck about my preferences. Is she sweet or a darling as her surname suggests? No fucking chance! Is she soft-spoken and well-behaved? Hell fucking no! Is she the kind of woman who knows when to shut her mouth? Not when it comes to pissing me the fuck off! Is she quiet? That smart mouth doesn’t take a hint, no. Is she obedient? Fuck that. She’d probably argue with a loaded gun pointed at her head.

… The day I returned to Arvandor was a bright, blazing afternoon. I pushed open the gates of the estate. Vincenzo was in the glasshouse, focused on trimming a cluster of roses. Photos lay scattered around him, every single one of them of me. All these years, he had never been absent. He had just hidden himself, waiting silently for the right moment. "Vincenzo," I called out. He looked up in disbelief and replied in a trembling voice, "Serena…" I walked step by step toward him. When I stopped in front of him, I looked up. "You really are a madman, but I love you anyway."

“You’ve been doing a lot of that lately… clearing your head.” Leora hesitated. “Maybe I just have too much in it.” Zaria smiled faintly. “And does that ‘too much’ happen to include a certain young man named Riggs?” Leora stilled. The towel slipped slightly from her fingers. “Riggs?” she repeated, trying to sound casual. “What about him?” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me,” Zaria said teasingly. “Word travels fast in this palace. Everyone’s been whispering that the Luna has been spending her free hours with a handsome omega.”