Rosalina Novels & Stories

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.

Kim had been scheduled to be the muse for the session; however, an unexpected event caused her to cancel, and Alyona, recognizing the urgency of the situation, quickly found a new muse. "Someone's extra busy today," the voice teased, its playful tone hinting at a familiar presence. Alyona turned to see who was speaking, her heart skipping a beat as she recognized the familiar face. It had been three weeks and some days since she had seen him—three weeks and some days of missing his company, his presence, and his all-too-familiar cologne. He was the last person she expected to see today, but there he was, tall and attractive, standing in her doorway.

There was only one person she could think of. "Thank you. You can go now!" She spoke to Viola without taking her eyes off the rose. "Good night, My Lady!" After she left, Rosana got out of her seat and rushed over to the bed. She picked up the flower and inhaled its beautiful sweet scent with a smile on her face. Her eyes caught something else on the bed and she picked it up immediately. It was a short note. 🌹🌹🌹{Meet me in the room beside the library and do not bother wearing any panties}🌹🌹🌹

BELLA “I work out here?” She puckered her lips. “Now that you have guests, you forget about me?” I looked at Adonis, impatient to know who this woman was. From my experience, women were a lot smarter than men. Men often thought with their dicks, but a woman... could sense another’s spur with their sixth sense, even from a long distance. “This is Ros,” Adonis introduced. “Rosaline Guerra, my consigliere’s sister. And Ros, this is Abi.”

Alexander: You're a beautiful flower that I'm starting to really like. I squealed silently...if that's even possible...in excitement, a goofy grin overtaking my features. This was definitely a scene straight out of one of my romance novels. Rosette: So in this category, what do I call you? Best to play it safe for now. Alexander: Choose Rosette: What if I don't want to? Alexander: You have to, so please do. Rosette: Fine Rosette: Alexander No reply, I waited for what seemed like minutes but was actually just seconds.

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.

"Go and marry that King Judas. Just crawl to him and spread your legs for him, just like your brother has told you. Just—" A hard slap cut off Garry's word from a small trembling hand, causing Garry's face to turn to the side. Before he could even turn back to face the one who slapped him, Rosalina said, "Yes, I'll marry King Judas. I'll go and tell him to bring me to his kingdom tomorrow. You don't have to tell me. I hate you, Garry! I don't want to see your face anymore. I'll never come back to this kingdom ever again!" Tears rolled down her pale cheeks as she glared at Garry one last time before running off. "Likewise, my princess," murmured Garry, stroking

Rafael's face twisted in rage as he yelled, "What do you want, Rosalina?" The sound of his voice echoed off the warehouse walls, making Rosalina's smile seem even more sinister. Rosalina's smile never wavered, her eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity. "Oh, Rafael," she purred, her voice dripping with malice. "I want what's rightfully mine. I want the power, the control, the respect. And I'll stop at nothing to get it."

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

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 gl