Rosalina Plush Novels & Stories

Eliana chose the light-coloured Rilakkuma, therefore she was left with the dark brown Rilakkuma… the one that Grayson gave her. Holding the soft plush toy, Rose unconsciously lowered her head and buried her head in it. She held onto it even tighter as her cold body and mind seemed to have been warmed up by it. Looking up, she took a deep breath before walking into the house. Rose had already thought of the worst-case scenario, which she would be ready to deal with later. She came back with the idea of not giving him d*mn. Therefore, she was fearless at this time. Pushing the door open, as expected, he was sitting in a familiar position at the bar, drinking a glass of expensive red wine.

I didn’t know about the Donatello Principessa, but I had full intention of taking out everyone if they dared to even look at me the wrong way. Rosanna wore a pastel pink jacket, paired with a plaid white skirt that reached her knees. Her lush blonde hair was curled to perfection around her head and her bright green eyes seemed to spit fire in my direction. Good; the girl had fire. Maybe she would be a good match for Draco after all.

I walked over to Rosalina’s crib and looked down at her. My wolf didn’t really like Rosalina, but I had to keep reminding him—it wasn’t her fault. It was Gabriel’s. Rosalina had blonde hair like her father, but striking blue eyes like her mother. I noticed a heart-shaped birthmark on her arm. “I want to talk to you in your office,” my father mind-linked me. I sighed and glanced over at Anais. “I’ll make this all better. I swear,” I whispered, then stepped out of the room.

I say and she smiles with a little bend of the knees. "Nice to meet you too, Madame." She says and I shake my head. "It's just Kera. Please." I tell her and she giggles nodding. Rosalia has beautiful silky brown hair with bright blue eyes and soft pink lips. She looks like a real life doll but in a good way. Her and her mother do look very alike. "Is Alessio awake yet? I mean Mr. Marino." Rosalia quickly adds. I raise my brows before nodding, keeping my eyes on her. "He's just laying down." I say before going back to pouring coffee in four cups.

Just once she wanted to be loved by someone without her pleading them to , she too wanted to experience the sweet feeling of being loved and pampered away from the eyes of contempt and disgust at being born as a freak , was it too much to ask ? Sounds of footsteps came and Rosalie hurriedly wiped her tears away , her ears perking at the sound of someone turning the doorknob , she waited for the familiar scent of her mate to release her out of her insecurities and struggles but contrary to it - a highly posh and charming scent of chance eau tendre wafted over to her followed by a woman in jimmy Choo Love hundred glittered tulle and canvas pumps with denim jeans and white shirt . Her blonde ha

Bon whispered from his mind as he tightly clenched one of his fists hidden behind him. "No problem, dear princess. But you know that I know someone who sells fresh fruits that have just been picked from the tree, maybe you would like to taste them?" he said with gritted teeth. "You can," he replied so briefly that he exhaled deeply and was about to take a step when the girl spoke again. "But first, take the first one I asked you to buy, okay?" after saying that he lay down and closed his eyes without hesitation. Bon turned to him and frowned. He didn't beat the girl much and he just continued to walk out of her room.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

I slowly stood up as my jaw dropped, I was sure all the women around couldn’t stop looking like me, my man was hot. I couldn’t help the smile and shaking my head as I slowly walked up to him. “ Mr. Hilton “ I said as I stood in front of him, I couldn’t even take my eyes off him. “ Miss Rose “ He replied in a professional voice and my smile widened. I couldn’t take it any longer so I threw my self at him hugging him tight as his hand’s wrapped around his neck, I laughed lightly before stepping away “ I thought you wouldn’t come “ I whispered as he placed a light kiss on my forehead.

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."