Rosalina Plush Novels & Stories

"Don Sullivan," Rosalina called entering my room. "Get her ready and meet me downstairs," I commanded still arranging some of the books on the shelves and I heard Rosalina walk away. After I finished organizing the books, I left the room and ascended the stairs to the living room. I sat down to wait for Micah and Rosalina. Rosalina has been working as an undercover guard to protect my family from any threats whenever I'm absent. I glanced at the staircase as Micah walked down with Rosa, dressed in a satin full-length gown, her hair packed into a ponytail leaving some blunt bang on her forehead.

Isabella lifted her gaze and cursed under her breath. Not again! She was drained to start another drama. Rosa stood in the doorway, smiling like she owned the entire building, dressed in an elegant white dress that clung to her curves, her hair cascading in perfect curls, flawless makeup … and lips curled into a sickeningly sweet smile. Her red lipstick shone brightly in the morning sun and her perfume filled the air as if she had swum in its pool. Her heels clicked as she stepped inside, tilting her head in victory.

Deinert followed him down the hall. When she came back, face blank as ever, she said, "Vivian, go tidy up Ms. Stein. Change her into a fresh gown." I just nodded, grabbed the supply cart, and rolled it toward Sienna's room. The second I opened the door, the smell hit me—cologne and something else. Something gross. I knew exactly what just went down. Sienna was lying there, still as ever, like nothing happened. But while changing the sheets, I spotted a few short, curly hairs. Not hers.

There are roses, tulips, orchids, apples, pears, mangoes and all kinds of berries. Rozelyn’s euphoria cannot be described by just mere words that can be found in the dictionary. She was absolutely speechless. “My belated birthday gift.” Her stepmom then handed her a jewelry box, wrapped in a rosy gift wrapper. The obsidian lavaliere was carved into a rose figure and is attached to a silvery necklace that glints under the morning sun. The jewel encompasses such sheer splendor. It’s like wearing the very essence of being glamorous. “Thank you, Romaine.”

Today, with my left arm bound tightly in a black canvas sling, the room just felt quiet. The door clicked open, and Rosalina stepped inside. She had changed into a simple, light blue sundress, and her dark hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. She looked so innocent standing in a room filled with old books, heavy mahogany furniture, and secrets that could start wars. "You're supposed to be resting," she said, walking over to the desk. Her voice was scolding, but her eyes were full of gentle concern. "I rested enough," I said, watching her closely. "Sit."

Don't forget, she wears azalea-colored kitten heels. Rosa has a round face shape with fair light skin, she has an upturned eye chart. She is a beautiful girl, but she has an unfriendly nature with other people. Lux walked up to Rosa and called out to her, “Rosa!” When Rosa heard a familiar voice calling out to her, she turned and saw Lux was already beside her. She called back her best friend, "Lux!" At that moment, Rosa saw Lux's casual and relaxed appearance. She was amazed and shocked that Lux appearance always looks boyish.

Inside a room where almost everything was white一a white canopy, curtain, and sheet, Rosalina stood behind a four-folded white screen with cherry blossoms drawing a river when a knock came from the door. Stepping out, she hovered her hand and opened the door with her magical white light to reveal a smiling Alessa and a frowning Garry on the other side.

Rosa had decided not to fight as she was pregnant but she will stay in her palace and look over the strategies. “You can touch me and kiss me as many times as you want and much more if you wish to,” she whispered to him while staring at his lips. “Don’t do this to me,” he sounded breathless and at the end of his patience. She turned her head around. “Till then you will have to wait,” she finished with a smirk. After that, she pulled out a piece of cloth and gave it to him. “It has my scent. Every time you feel low and unmotivated, smell it and remember there is someone waiting for you.”

His blood boiled in anger when he couldn't find his marks which he had left on her body. The gown hugged Rosaline's body perfectly defining her curves. She had curled her long silky locks into fluffy waves that were kissing her shoulders softly. Her lips were tainted in red matte lipstick and the smoky eye makeup was giving her a savage and sexy look. She looked confident, bold and hot. Her hazel orbs were icy cold, her expressions were fierce and her posture was composed. Her personality had today taken a complete 360 degrees turn. She no longer looked that innocent and timid Rosaline. Adorned with diamonds from top to bottom, Rosaline did look like a professional woman, giving justice to t

Alexia said confiding in Rosaline. “I believe you should squash those thoughts. I feel that girl is something but can’t still put my fingers on it,” Rosaline said, her eyes lighting up as she remembered Anastasia’s fight with Princess the other day. “What do you mean?” Alexa asked curious now as she turned to look at Rosaline. “Well, the day she had a duel with Princess we could all see she was getting beaten up but……., that necklace, I believe there is something there,” Rosaline said her face giving off an expression of someone in deep thought.