Rosalina Novels & Stories

Ivory frowned, she took in a deep breath and entered. Present time. After encasing the strange red haired girl who attacked her, ivory fully concentrated on Alfred, he looked worse than when she entered. ‘Ivory listen to me, now he has seen you, so you need to kiss him so that he would calm down’ Anita said. ‘Kiss him, are you crazy’ ivory shouted internally. ‘This is why I said you shouldn’t come here, he has seen you, his pain will be ten times worse if you don’t kiss him’ Anita explained.

“It’s all because of Jane Dunn! “Think about it, the public recognized Rosaline as a woman who Master valued. Everyone in the circle knew this. “However, as Rosaline’s best friend, Jane Dunn still refused to give up and glued herself to Master. “Rosaline had low self-esteem. It’s my fault. I didn't give Rosaline a noble status. She is just the daughter of a servant. What about Jane Dunn? She is the noble daughter of the Dunn family and a prodigy in everyone’s eyes. An outstanding woman like that was loyal and faithful to Master alone and pursued him intensely. “Rosaline was afraid. She was afraid that Master’s heart would one day be stolen by a prodigy like Jane Dunn. “Rosaline committed a m

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.

“Please, stop!” I choke, my voice raw, knees sinking into the cold stone. My palms scrape against gravel and shattered glass, the remnants of a night I don’t want to remember. But Rosalina only scoffs in my face, lips curved into a venomous smile. Her long blond hair tumbles forward, a golden curtain veiling her face from the pack gathered behind her, but I know what lies beneath it—a monster draped in silk. She leans down slowly, as if to embrace me, to show them all what a saint she is, their pure Luna, merciful to the end. But her lips brush my ear and the illusion shatters like glass.

"You look so much like your mother." Ellie's spine was rigid beneath my hand. "Father." Eliana. There was no record of that being her full name. I'd searched everything when we'd first brought her in—birth certificates, school records, every database I could access. Ellie Knight. Nothing about Eliana. Another secret she'd kept. Another piece of herself hidden away. Vittorio's gaze slid to me, assessing with the cold calculation of someone who saw people as chess pieces. "And you must be Lorenzo, head of The Black Rose. It's nice to finally meet you. I've heard amazing things."

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?

I said urgently. "Yeah? Who is this?" said a woman. I was stunned to feel tightness in my chest. "Who are you?" I said back, asking. The woman casually replied, "I'm Rosalinda, Delon's wife. Hey, looks like I know your voice. Are you Grisella?" he replied, asking. My world was devastated that very day. I did not accept Rosalinda's mouth, who boasted of her status as Delon's wife. "Well, it's me. Where's Delon? I want to talk to him, "I said

Odhan asked in confusion. "No, we found something which we never imagined we will find here" Lucifer muttered. "What is it?" Odhan inquired softly. "The queen you just said that I love so much to risk an attack from the dark creatures, and the woman in that Portrait, Theodora, are the same" Darius explained clearly to Odhan. His tone is cold and it sent shivers down the spine of Odhan. "Why the hell are you after everyone I love and hold dear to me" Max snapped at Odhan.

After all my classes,the day went fast. I was about to go home when i heard someone screaming my name. 'flora, Flora ,are you running away from me ? the person asked . I started praying in my mind, "father Lord don't let it to be Collins. I said, joining my hands together. I knew from the voice that it was him calling me .just as I was about to turn back collins was standing at my front ,I was puzzled because my name that I heard was from a far distance.