Rosalina Render Novels & Stories

"Could she have been pretending to have issues with her eyes, just to get close to me? He shook his head against his thought. Though he has heard the rumors that she is attracted to him, she has always exhibited professionalism in all her activities. Then he turned to Rosaline. She knew nothing was wrong with Bella, and she made that move to expose her. She seem to be getting cold, no feelings, no empathy. The face he is looking at, is not gentle, the face is hurt and she is ready to trample on anyone standing in her way. Rosaline adjusted the new dress brought for her to change to and the make up artist who had also arrived, worked on her face. Rosaline felt like a different person. By the

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.

Inside a room where almost everything was white一a white canopy, curtain, and sheet, Rosalina stood behind a four-folded white screen with cherry blossoms drawing a river when a knock came from the door. Stepping out, she hovered her hand and opened the door with her magical white light to reveal a smiling Alessa and a frowning Garry on the other side.

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

“Please, stop!” I choke, my voice raw, knees sinking into the cold stone. My palms scrape against gravel and shattered glass, the remnants of a night I don’t want to remember. But Rosalina only scoffs in my face, lips curved into a venomous smile. Her long blond hair tumbles forward, a golden curtain veiling her face from the pack gathered behind her, but I know what lies beneath it—a monster draped in silk. She leans down slowly, as if to embrace me, to show them all what a saint she is, their pure Luna, merciful to the end. But her lips brush my ear and the illusion shatters like glass.

he said as he opened the door and walked in, but his attention was quick to dart to the half naked figure laying on his bed. It was Rosalina. She laid in sensual manner. Dressed in a hot red, see- through - lingerie. A sultry smile graced her lips as he stared at her, her chest were pushed outward and her big C cups looked like they would pop out any sooner. She was looking hot and sexy. Probably tonight is the night she sought to seduce him, and after that, pin that man's fucking child on him. He thought to himself and grinned. "You like what you see?" She asked, in her most sultry and seductive voice. It was a chance she had been waiting all night for. So she knew better than to screw it u

I gazed at myself in the mirror, admiring the transformation. Rosalina helped me into a stunning, armless gown with a plunging neckline that revealed my cleavage. She then styled my hair in loose curls that accentuated my cold persona. Finally, she added mascara to my lashes, completing the look. This is the real me, I pouted a smile as Rosa complimented how I look she even went as far as saying she hoped Sullivan won't fuck me while in the car because I looked too beautiful not to be fucked. I wore strapped heels and then I was ready.

~ Blaire~ The moment I realized I owned the body, I jumped into action, every part of me screamed control, power and I wasn’t about to let anyone mistake me for weak Rose. I grabbed the makeup and worked fast, covering every trace of Rose soft, innocent look…Just remembering Rose’s face, her weak, helpless expression made anger boil inside me, that wasn’t me…that wasn’t who I wanted the world to see.

I didn't want to be subjected to the torture of having to put up with this shitty attitude. "Do you even realize what you have agreed to?" Silas scoffed, looking down at me like a dumb child incapable of making decisions. "We cannot let you in on any of our business or plans without you belonging solely to The Black Rose... there will be no out for you," Silas emphasized. "Not even when Elijah's killer is found," he declared coldly—or rather, with a satisfied tone.

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."