Rosalina Plush Novels & Stories

Irina's POV I swung my legs over the side of the bed to check what was happening. Lindsey stood in the corridor, flanked by two of her ever-present attendants. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her face was flushed with anger. “Where is my dress?” She yelled at the maids. “We’re searching Luna.” Mrs. Rose said. I saw some people moving towards my room. They brought in a beautiful dress, pale blue silk with delicate embroidery along the bodice. One of the dresses I had washed for her yesterday.

It looked too pretty, a thin, golden piece that shimmered under the lights, a tiny rose engraved at the center. Her thumb brushed over it. Simple. Soft. Just like her. “It’s... pretty.” Rosa murmured, almost in awe. The woman nodded. “Soft gold, crystal accents, perfect for someone special.” Rosa offered a small nod. “I’ll take this one.” she whispered, more to herself than to the woman. Rosa silently thanked God, it was the start of a new month, and her paycheck had just arrived. If it hadn’t, there was no way she could afford something this elegant for Aria.

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."

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.

I know that seems like a lot, but with about four thousand in the pack, that is small. Rose dresses in slim cut dark heather grey slacks with comfy flats and a silk baby blue boat necked blouse tucked into the front of her pants. She keeps her mark on full display by pulling her soft straight hair into a high stylish ponytail, adds a simple winged eyeliner with mascara on her eyes and nudish pink lip gloss to her plump lips.

"You shouldn't have caused such a loud scene earlier, darling. You should have just come back to me quietly. I know you miss me and this body." Max turned around, looking entirely furious, he wasn’t ready for her games. But before he could speak, Rosina reached for the robe around her shoulders. With a smooth movement, the fabric fell straight to the floor, revealing her lace lingerie. She tilted her head, her gaze burning with pure seduction. She brushed her short black hair forward, framing her face perfectly as she smiled wickedly at him.