Rosalina Mii Novels & Stories

Few Days Later RUSSO EL MASSIMO For the past few days, Rosaline has been acting like I no longer existed in her world and I have been fully reciprocating her actions. Acting like she no longer existed in my world too but the truth was that right now, she seemed to be the only thing in my world.

She took a second before openedkng the door, her eyes glistening with mischief. “Thought about my offer?” She purred and I gritted my teeth in anger. “I would never think about your offer, Mia. Rosalind is fucking missing. Do you have anything to do with this, maybe for finally settling down and not being with you?” Mina gave me a mocking stare. “If I wanted her gone, you know how easy it would be. Besides, you are cute, but I really don’t think it’s worth going against one of the strongest Lunas to ever exist.”

“Send her back, Marcus. I am not interested in her useless bantering.” “But Sir, she said it's something important.” Marcus said urgently after a while as Rosalina patiently waited. Aaron raised his eyebrows as He anticipated her new plan now. What did she want to talk to him about? He knew Killian will play something dirty through his whore and he is already into it. Now Aaron was interested in what game they were playing. He asked Marcus to send her in. Rosalina entered his office cabin wearing off shoulder black tight dress with high heels. Aaron gave her a blank look. She snorted and angrily stopped near his desk.

I heard my princess' voice when I was doing the touch-ups of the Puja hall with mum and chachi. "Chachu!" I dropped the lights aside and went to Alia who was standing on the last stair in her floral dress and she was looking so cute with the white headband. But what made me frown was her eyes brimming with tears. I rushed to her and picked her up in my arms. "What happened Sweetie? Why are you crying?" I asked whilst wiping her tears. "There's a lizard in my room! And it is scaring me." She said but her voice cracked at last. I clenched my jaw. I can't see my princess crying.

While Dad fought to protect us against Mum. For a second, it felt like we'd traveled back in time. When Mum would act like the slayer, while Dad played the knight protecting the princess. At that moment— I wasn't Rosie Alphonse. I was that eight year old who loved her parents more than anything in the world. I was Rosalina Richards. My mother's daughter and my father's princess.

You are a billionaire, Damian, you don't have to crash at my place. He shrugs, I know he is not a man of many words, I have knowm him for years, and learnt to read between the lines. "My door is always opened, how is Aida, by the way?" I say, and he grins, telling me how annoying his sister has gotten _____ I stare at my reflection in the mirror. For the first time in months, I am stepping outside the doors. Wearing a simple flower patterned dress, with ankled boots, and my hair in a messy bun.

If anyone saw her now, they wouldn’t even recognize that face as mine. She pouted, twisted her lips, and smiled at her reflection like she was admiring a piece of art. Then she reached for my perfume.. fuck! my favorite one and sprayed it over herself again and again, until the room smelled like roses and smoke. “Blaire, whatever your name is,” I shouted in her head. “Stop using my perfume like you own it!” She rolled her eyes, smirking. “Shut up, Rose,” she said flatly. “Before I shut that mouth of yours forever, dumbass.”

Mikhail and his little princess, Alina Marie-Rose. And me, his queen, the woman who made it all possible. His Elle.

But instead of heeding my warning, she surprised us all with an unexpected display of strength. With a trembling voice, Rosaline rose from her seat, her eyes filled with fierce determination. "No," she exclaimed, her voice quivering with defiance. "I won't allow you or anyone else to dictate my actions or threaten my life. I am not a puppet to be controlled. I will fight for my freedom, even if it means facing death itself."

Rosa said, trying not to match his tone, one of them had to be calm, and it looked like she had to be that person. “Look, I’m sorry I’m just… I’ve had a rough day.” He said this time meekly making Rosa smile in triumph. “It’s fine, I fully comprehend that. I’m Rosalina, Rosa for short.” She said, stretching her hands to him. “Hello, beautiful rose. I’m Damon.” He said, taking her hand in his, he brushed his lips against it. Rosa felt her insides melting at not just his voice, but the feel of his smooth, slightly calloused palm and the light tickle of his mustache against her skin.