Rosalina Novels & Stories

she asked in her cute Spanish accent. Rosalina was someone Aria had hired to help around the house with full time as with Lyla she couldn’t keep on top of everything by herself. She had previously worked for Adrian’s parents and was a very trustworthy woman who did her job well and had a lovely bubbly personality. She was in her late forties and had no family of her own. “So far so good” Raj said with a small smile as he diced the potatoes and put them on to boil. Aria washed her hands and looked at Rosalina,

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?"

With us being the meat of the evening, I would’ve given anything to not be alone. He walked across the room to the blonde sitting all alone in one corner of the room. I immediately recognised her. Anybody would. Rosaline Guerra was known for being the beauty of Cosa Nostra, with golden hair, fair skin, sharp features and height. Rosaline had something off about her. I’d seen her in other parties before, but she had never looked this . . . upset. I used to envy her for the freedom she had that none of us did. But even that freedom had ended, since everyone expected her to say yes to marrying Terenzio De Vitto. Maybe that was the reason behind her sadness.

The note was addressed to me. Rosemary, About three decades ago, Andromeda discovered that Cephalus, our brother, had fallen in love with a wolf named Lillian. She belonged to the Crimson Rose pack and was destined to marry their Alpha. Andromeda used this to her advantage, as she needed a hybrid for her plans. To achieve her twisted goals, she killed Astraea, our youngest and Cephalus’s most beloved sister, and took her place using a powerful glamour spell. Cephalus trusted Astraea more than anyone, so he didn’t see through the deception. Andromeda manipulated Cephalus’s mind, twisting his thoughts and controlling his actions. Under her influence, he kidnapped Lillian. Your mother.

He didn’t like the way she understood the situation better than he could explain. He didn’t know how long she’d been standing there. His senses were normally heighted yet, he didn’t even hear her open the door. “No, Selena was just leaving. She’s got places to be don’t you Selena?” Roman glared at Selena, and she chewed her lip. He watched as his tiny wife intimidating Selena. Rosalie wasn’t wearing heels now; she had a pair of white converse sneakers on with a pair of bright pink overalls.

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

Her lips parted to speak, to demand who he was, but before the question could form, the familiar rhythm of heels clicking down the hall echoed through the air. 'Lisa,' Rose thought. And just like that, the fragile tension in Rose’s chest snapped into irritation. Because she remembered... God, she recalled what came next. The roses. Twelve perfect crimson blooms arranged in a crystal vase, one for every month Duke had courted her. A year of promises. A year of sweet words and subtle manipulation. She remembered the way her heart had swelled when she’d first seen them in her past life. The way she had believed that every petal was a symbol of his love, his devotion, his sincerity.

The crowd of men parted, and a woman in a black velvet gown glided toward me. Madre Elena. Daemon's mother, the most traditional guardian of the Thorne family. Her gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, pinning me in place. "Scarlett Thorne." She spoke my full name, her tone dripping with disgust. "You disgrace the Thorne name!" "As the Donna, instead of considering how to serve this family, you're here, dragging our name through the mud with these degenerates." She stopped in front of me, looking down her nose at me.

In reality, Rosalina was the bad person in the entire situation. She hated how easily Rosalina could get out of the mess she had created for herself. Even worse, she had warned Evelina to stay away from Adrian, as though Adrian belonged to her in the first place. The entire morning, Evelina was unable to concentrate on her work. The only thing she could picture was Rosalina threatening her inside her very own house, the house she shared with her husband.

Then Magdalena rented some old car so that getting around would be easier for her. Sona really was at home. Her way of life was written all over her face. She smelled of alcohol and cigarettes and was dressed in cheap, vulgar clothes. Aunt Tamia was awake too, but she could not get out of bed. Tamia was very happy to see Sara, but the same could not be said about Sara, she was frightened. Age had made Tamia’s deformity even worse. The poor woman was horrible to look at, but she was still the one Magdalena loved most in her family. More precisely, she did not love anyone else at all.