Rosalina Plush Novels & Stories

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.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

I had so many things to do, and none of them involved listening to Sylvie’s shrieks on loop. Bending over to my shoulder, Calvin cupped his hand to my ear. “The shop I have in mind has one attendant, and she designs dresses that look like they came from dreams. And the best part is that-” “What are you whispering without me?!” shrieked Sylvie, interrupting. “She matches the description you gave me of your mate, the unscented wolf. Aria.” I stopped breathing as I stared at Calvin. “Are you sure?” I asked, almost breathless.

“They’re waiting in the Great Hall. You….. you should wear this.” She held out a garment I had never seen before: silver fabric woven through with threads that caught the light like frost. The Luna’s robe. The one worn only by those who had balanced blood and moon, leader and goddess. I almost laughed. “That’s not for me.” “It is now,” she said gently. The robe felt heavy as she fastened it across my shoulders. It didn’t belong to me, not yet, but the weight of it made my spine straighten. When we stepped into the corridor, silence followed.

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.

she says as she opens the door to the dress shop for me and Alice. As we walk into the store, we are greeted by a man, he doesn't seem to be very old, he has red hair and green eyes. "Alice, it has been quite a while, I was very surprised that you called me suddenly saying you were coming." he says hugging Alice, then his eyes avert towards me. "Now, now who is this pretty young lady here?" Alice pulls away from the man. "Pete, meet Rosaline. She's currently a guest at the castle, we're here to find her a dress for the Gala tonight, for my birthday."

(Dahlia) “LUNA Dahlia, Luna Rosie is here to see you.” Before I could answer my assistant, Rosie walks in my room with a basket of fruits in her hand and immediately smiles upon seeing me sitting on the rocking chair while holding a children's book. That one night with Brent was all the omega in me needed to conceive.

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.