Rosalina Render Novels & Stories

I pulled her back into my arms, pulling her down with me so she was on top of my chest as I laid down. "I, Sin Black accept you, Blossom Kildan as my mate, Luna and my Queen" I said happily. She rested her hands on my chest, looking up at me with a small smile "I, Blossom Kildan accept you, Sin Black, as my mate, Alpha and King" she said, making my smile grow ten fold. After that we just stared at each other for a while, smiles on both of our faces. That is... until she began to frown

“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.

But badly she reaches upside after sometime and I already stand here. She became afraid more by look at me here and thought that I’m still in the ground floor and now I reach here. I continuously look at her and said: “Why you look at me? Everybody is not so lazy like you. Now, just go inside and wash the clothes.” She just goes straight and collect clothes to wash them. She looks so beautiful when she works in anger. In anger, her cheeks become red and blush which increase her beauty. Rose’s POV:

“According to Rosaline, he wants to become the real Nathaniel. That way, you become him and you pay for his crimes.” “Ah…” That was the only response I could give. But my mind was already travelling into several directions of deadly imaginations. “Rosaline will meet him soon. Before she escapes, my person in that prison will inject her with a nano-fluid that will help us track her location.” “Huh?”

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

He linked his pinky with mine, sniffling quietly. “Pinky promise.” A soft smile curled up on my lips. My fingers loosened from around his, but before my hand dropped, he held on tighter. “Daddy’s here, Rosalina.” That was the last thing I heard, before darkness dragged me under.

But they still haven’t informed Rosaline about it. Rosaline was now working as a designing engineer in Tim Corporation in Paris. It was a company which produces luxurious and ravishing models of commercial cars. It was the second largest car manfacturing company of Europe. Her boss was highly impressed by her skills and talents. Rosaline was a very intelligent and hardworking girl. She always craved for working in an automobile sector so when she got recruited here, she worked with all her might and her skills were highly commendable as she nailed every design.

Rosalyn pursed her lips and walked over to take the scissors from her. Only then did Ophelia turn to look at her. Her gaze settled on Rosalyn's swollen eyes, and she sighed. "Did you cry?" "No." Rosalyn lowered her head and trimmed the stems. Ophelia didn't expose the lie. She continued casually, "I saw the photos." Snip. The scissors cut clean through a stem. Rosalyn's fingers stiffened, and it felt like her blood had stopped flowing. "They're ugly," Ophelia said with a click of her tongue. "Low resolution, terrible angles, not even a clear face."

Keres' angered expression faltered to that of worry, and he took a step back and looked at me apologetically. Rosalind took a deep breath to calm herself, and instantly her usual mischievous and playful demeanour returned. "Right, this will hurt a bit, but we have to do this, I am afraid, dearie. Brace yourself," she warned, then moved her hands elegantly like a conductor. The water lifted around me like a graceful fountain, almost mesmerisingly, until it turned into sharpened spikes firing toward me.

“isn’t that too-“ Martelli cleared his throat, so that she stopped her sentence half way. “Well, we will need something more assuring.” Rosaline said. She was bent on making her point in any way possible. “Something like?” Martelli shifted his focus to Rosaline as he asked. Rosaline mouthed as if trying to say something, and then became calm. Martelli was obviously holding himself back from exploding. You could see it in his eyes when he glanced at Rosaline that he was not a fan of hers.