Rosalina Plush Novels & Stories

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."

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.

Sarah said to me. “You are completely mistaken, Sarah”. I replied to her, but stopped when my eyes landed on Rita, the head Omega maidservant. “Are you done preparing my dress?”. I demanded of Rita. “Yes, Luna Séraphine. Everything is prepared. Please, allow us to help you get changed”. Rita replied to me. Her voice was completely gentle, and she was careful enough not to maintain eye contact with me. The same as the other maidservants. Ever since I stopped being the old Séraphine, they have developed great respect for me.

“Send her back, Marcus. I am not interested in her useless bantering.” “But Sir, she said it's something important.” Marcus said urgently after a while as Rosalina patiently waited. Aaron raised his eyebrows as He anticipated her new plan now. What did she want to talk to him about? He knew Killian will play something dirty through his whore and he is already into it. Now Aaron was interested in what game they were playing. He asked Marcus to send her in. Rosalina entered his office cabin wearing off shoulder black tight dress with high heels. Aaron gave her a blank look. She snorted and angrily stopped near his desk.

Either way, he was nowhere to be found as his mother walked in with her long flowing red robe. Rosaline Dumonte was exceptionally beautiful. And she had fought her hard to remain that way. She had shiny golden locks that cascaded down her hair like a sea of gold. Her slit eyes were a rich coffee brown colour with hints of gold and she had one of the most beautiful smile ever. Even though it had often been said that her smile was dangerous because it held many secrets. And also because Rosaline Dumonte was far from being a nice and perfect Luna. She was very good at pretending to be one, but she was far from it.

Ales smile wide seeing her attitude. “Princess Rose doesn’t like to organize her cabinet and stuff, but I love to do it for my love.” Alex again teased her. Rose was seriously engulfed in work to lift his head from the laptop being irritated by his comment and shocked and embarrassed as well. “I am just loving it.” Alex said again in a teasing way with her inner lingerie in hand and taking a deep smell of it. Rose immediately closed her laptop and stood up in shame. She snatched those embarrassing pieces of clothes from his hand and started organizing her stuff with him.