Rosalina Mii Novels & Stories

Rosalie wasn’t wearing heels now; she had a pair of white converse sneakers on with a pair of bright pink overalls. It was comical because his wife was 5 foot nothing and Selena was 5’11. “I could speak to the chef who cooks our meals about adding something for you. But I’m sure what your preferences are…” Rosalie extended an invitation yet to Roman’s ears it sounded like she was telling Selena to fuck off.

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.

I have to speak with Mr Silas to hold on till I'm sure Rosie is out. I take a step forward and the interrogation room spins. I take another step and crash to the floor. *** ~ROSALINE~ I groan and squint at the bright light shining directly into my eyes. "You're up." A voice says, giddy with joy. "I thought I had hit you too hard." My eyes swing open to see Mia standing over me with... "Paris?!" She hisses and folds her arms. "When do we get to kill her?" "No one touches her until my husband gets here." Mia warns then smiles sweetly.

I reply, “I want you to meet my Donna, Juliet,” She looks at Juliet, who gives her a warm smile, “Hello, it’s nice to meet you, Rosaline.” Rosaline hugs Juliet and kisses both her cheeks, “Nice to meet you too Juliet, you a stunning woman, you choose wisely son.” “Rosaline here, is one of the top members of the mafia, she looks old but she can kick ass, she’s been with the family for years.” “Oh wow, maybe she can teach me a thing or two, especially about you.” Juliet smirks.

he deadpanned, shrugging. Flora seemed to ponder her words before she began, “Rosalina loves her job as a nurse, despite all the pressure and the long hours. She also loves her pet, a kitten by the name of Mey. She also got on a dating app recently – Connect is the name I believe.” “A dating app?” He raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “And I happen to know her username,” she let out, smirking ever so slightly. He knew his nanny enough to know that tone.

They cling to their purity, to their carefully guarded lineage as though it makes them immune to what I am. My gaze drifts toward the bedrooms where Grace has disappeared. Only one woman has ever survived my hunger unscathed. Only one has ever left my bed glowing instead of shattered. Rosalinda. Grace. Both names suit her like silk and steel. Mia Rosa. Mia anima. She thinks herself a common maid when she is so much more. A Queen. Mine. Bound to my soul. The fates have reached down and handed me a second chance wrapped in a hotel uniform.

Either way, it’s a better use of my time than sitting in that empty study, pretending the ache in my chest doesn’t exist. “Nara!” I turn toward the shrill voice. “Rosalina.” There’s a smile already on my lips. Practiced. Painless. I haven’t even tried to make her call me Luna. It didn’t work last time—why would it now? We’re one week away from the Eclipse Celebration, and Rosalina looks well. The wounds that once made her look fragile are now faint scars beneath flawless skin. She runs with the hunters each morning and displays just enough strength to stir admiration.

“Oh, yes. I’m sure the future queen can select whoever she wants. I do not know much about it, I am a server after all.” “Can we speak about something else? Like the men in the East! I saw such good looking men on the castle grounds!” The other lady said. “Really?” Rosetta asked, “I never looked twice at any of the workers. Perhaps I’m just used to their monotone faces.” She added. “I did not notice any good looking men either.” The lady said, her name was Rona. The first lady’s name was Mia. “You did not because you only have eyes for sir Brian!” Mia accused her and Brianna choked on air.

He'd shown me some indirect instances that proved he was not all that cruel as he seems. Rosalina walked into the room, the sound of her footsteps made me rush out of my reverie. I turned to look at her; she was wearing a short black Armani dress with a blood red stiletto to match. A smile stretched across her face on seeing me, I returned the smile and greeted "Hey"

***** Later that night, Mia tried to slip away. “Where are you going?” Roselia asked suspiciously. “I need to attend to something...” “Attend to someone, you mean,” Roselia cut in, hands on her hips. “Don’t think I’m a five-year-old. You’re planning to fight Zina, right?” Mia blinked innocently. “Well... you saw through me. But it’s not fighting. I just want to talk.” Roselia laughed sarcastically. “Talk? With your fists? Over my dead body. You’re coming straight to our room. Even if you manage to talk to Zina, nothing will change.”