Rosalina Render Novels & Stories

He stopped. "We'll just wait for her till she gets out and drop her home for now." He nodded. "Kaden, I need to talk to you. About certain someone I once worked for. I need your help in it" I look at him and nod. "We have to take care of this situation first" I said walking inside. "Who are we dealing with?" I asked, my eyes staring at Rose as she danced over the floor. My hands clenching in fist everytime she took something off her body. She never went nude. But her in a bikini was enough to send me off.

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.

William did not get to reply to that as she went for the kiss and murmured, “she is here.” William followed her instructions. He kissed her on the neck while she was panting, making their pretense even better. Her face was visible, while his head was in the crook of her neck, away from view. William could feel sharp eyes looking at him. Rosaline watched through half-closed eyes as Tina took out her phone to take the pictures and tried quite hard to see the person she was kissing. Before Tina could take a clear photo, William went back to kiss her on the lips, so only the side profile of Rosaline’s face was visible.

Rossa stood up. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted the dress on her daughter’s body. The simple white fabric fell softly. And somehow… it still looked beautiful. Very beautiful. “You are very beautiful…” Rossa whispered. Her smile was sincere. But her tears— kept falling. Unable to stop. “I will do your makeup… so you will look even more beautiful and fresh.” Rossa tried to smile again. She took her small box. The only makeup she had. “But… I only have this powder… and this lipstick…”

He growled louder this time. He walked up to me, standing directly infront of me. May was prancing around in my head and pretty much singing. 'MATE! MATE! MATE!' I was so confused. Mason was our mate, and we rejected him. Just as I finished my thought, I heard a low growl coming from, who I now know is Alpha Wyatt. His beautiful green eyes were swirling with black. He growled out once more, and what he said had me understanding what May was doing in my head. "MATE."

Her peaceful bubble of life, pinned down and leaking with every new minute she spent in her old house. All of it stemmed from that single face that hovered at the edges of her nerves like a plague. Her hand that moves to adjust her pillow touches a sleek texture and the young girl pauses. The resin rose is staring up at her like it always did when she lays her gaze on it. Faintly, she remembers clutching at it before she went to sleep, but it only adds more irritation to Alina's already crumbling mood. Without a word, she sets it down with a clank, and then heads out the room with a tug of a new bubble gum pink shirt.

Zeenat said and left from there immediately " Rashmi!! Was it necessary? "Shayari asked " yup she needs it to chill. She will be fine."Rashmi said and Shayari sighed She got ready and is looking stunning in her engagement dress. " you are looking gorgeous, breathtakingly beautiful and heavenly. "Rashmi said and before Shayari can thank her she added " if you are thinking it's true then sorry to burst your bubble you are looking the way you look everyday. This make up can not do much about your face you see."

He'd forgotten that he, too, used to treasure her, and yet, he was the one who abandoned her in the end. He'd forgotten way too many things, and this was his retribution now. "W-what are you saying?" Layla stepped back in disbelief, tears gushing from her eyes. "The middle notes of this perfume are rose and sandalwood," Eric said. "You said that you were deathly allergic to roses. But if that were the case, then why haven't you been having any allergic reactions when you've been wearing this every day?" Layla's eyes widened in disbelief as her face paled, her delicate makeup somewhat distorted by the terror on her face.

She can't go outside because of the security so. Terrace...I run up to terrace and my steps come to halt when my gaze falls on Rosalina. She's standing on the railing of the terrace. Her feet are barely on the railings and if she moves one step she will fall straight three storeys down. " Rosalina.." I keep my voice calm even though I feel the immediate need to bind her and discipline her for her fucking audacity as I stand a few steps away from her. She looks back at me. Her eyes puffy and red. She didn't even change my shirt. She looks almost dead as her gaze falls on me. But she doesn't say anything.

I huff quietly and do my best to ignore his leering eyes as he pushes the dazed woman away from him and licks the remaining blood from his lips. “Rosalyn is it? Don’t be shy and come stand beside your master,” Matthias says to me as he places his glass on a brown coaster on the coffee table. The way he calls Paul my master makes my skin prickle. Paul fists his hands but looks to me and nods for me to come stand beside him. My legs feel shaky as I step closer, keeping my head to the floor and hoping we won’t be here long. “Lift your head and look at me, Rosalyn. It’s rude not to look at someone when they speak to you,” Matthias demands calmly and I don’t like where this is going.