Rosalina Plush Novels & Stories

Suddenly all the twenty-one ladies present bow at once in unison to submit to Rosaline. We were shocked but I saw Wonder delighted. I asked what is the meaning of this? Beauty, replied, Prince we have been exposed to the fact that a lady by the name of Rosaline an architect by profession is part of your divine mandate. So we are overwhelmed to meet her at a time like this. Rosaline oh please be on your feet. She responded with shock. Nora asked me, in the books of the elites it has been stated that you are supposed to have gone to the ocean god palace for the eyes of the dragon. Does Prince have the story in the books of the elites been full-field?

I was kneeling in the center of it, barefoot, damp, exhausted, dressed in one of Mirabella’s old faded house gowns with bleach stains across the hem, looking less like family and more like the servant Rosalina constantly reminded me I was. “Oh, calm down, honey.” Rosalina’s voice flowed like silk dipped in poison. “No one is marrying you off to a dead man. I would never do such a horrible thing to my daughter.” A small laugh followed. Soft. Controlled. Cruel. My scrubbing slowed. I lifted my eyes just enough to see Rosalina seated elegantly on the velvet couch, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of red wine balanced between her fingers. Her lips curled.

cooed Thea looking at the blue dress. Rosalina loved the blue dress that had little frills at the end. It gave her a princess aura as she giggled looking at an excited Thea, who was talking about how beautiful she'll look if she wears it. Rosalina's smile flattened when she found her sister lost in her own world. Thea followed her gaze and shook her head in disbelief. There was no piece of black clothing that didn't exist in her closet yet she came all the way to the mall just reloading them with the same thing. What kind of girl she is, thought Thea to herself.

ALEXEI IVANOV…. “What?” Rosaline sounded irritated as she asked me in a whisper. “Nothing.” I simply shook my head while whispering back to her. “Then Stop staring at me like that.” Though she sounded irritated, the cute blush on her face didn't go unnoticed by me. She was looking beautiful in her red off-shoulder knee-length dress. Her hair was tied in a side french braid. Her lips were coated with blood red lipstick. She was simply looking stunning.

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

A smile kissed Rosealba’s delicate face, enhancing the beauty of the makeup— a dewy, glowing complexion, achieved with a luminous foundation and a subtle contouring to enhance her high cheekbones. Rosealba's lips twitched as she spared her reflection a skin, admiring the rosy nude lipstick with a satin finish that earned her an effortless seductive pout. Her mind wandered off to the thoughts of Drystan and she wondered what his expression would be when she stepped out of this room. Rosealba twitched and turned in front of the mirror, her oval ass lifting her robe upward. At the far end of the room, Lina’s hand glided against the hangers of dress that stood elegantly yet her eyes had not foun

he deadpanned, shrugging. Flora seemed to ponder her words before she began, “Rosalina loves her job as a nurse, despite all the pressure and the long hours. She also loves her pet, a kitten by the name of Mey. She also got on a dating app recently – Connect is the name I believe.” “A dating app?” He raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “And I happen to know her username,” she let out, smirking ever so slightly. He knew his nanny enough to know that tone.

" I called with a shocked face. Roselina Aldofo. Twenty-eight years old, brunette hair, slim figure, and pale skin. Maid in charge of deep house cleaning, a girly gossiper, and also reliable. She walks into the kitchen with a stunning face, looking down at her phone before raising her head to see Francesca and me in the kitchen. "My lady, you're up so early. But why are you dressed up like this?" she furrows her confused brows. "What is the fuss about this morning? Why so focused on your phone?" I polled at her. "There is a picture all over the internet. And for a second, I thought it was you, but then again, I thought that it couldn't be you. You can't stoop so low. You're the confident wom

I glance back at my phone one last time and mutter, “Time to prepare to see my wife.” “And,” I call out just before the maid leaves again, “Tell one of the girls to prepare a fruit basket. Add roses. Bright ones. I want it ready first thing in the morning.” #•# #Paulina’s POV# She’s still holding her phone as she tosses her diamond earring onto the counter. Her silk robe’s half-open and her nails are tapping at a steady rhythm against the recorder placed neatly beside her wine glass. She smiles into the camera. “Oh Joel,” she says sweetly. “You really think I’m that simple?”

Greetings to your Royal highness Second Prince Koishi" Tabbing on his phone screen with the lollipop on the corner of his mouth, and a soft smile played over his lips. "Greetings your Royal highness Second Prince Koishi, I'm Princess Rosette" Koishi's jaw drops on the floor staring at the girl who stood right in front of him. Wearing the same navy blue dress, sparkling under the sunlight falling from the window. His eyes just then fixed upon her face as she slowly lifts her head up, a small smile spread across her pink lips. Koishi's jaw just almost drops on the floor staring at the princess in front of him. 'What the frog in the deserted area where are her eyes, are they really not there l