Rosalina Render Novels & Stories

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."

I took the first drag and blew the smoke towards her face. That seemed to do the trick, her eyes snapped open. Revealing the puffiness and redness it had hidden. "ah, I see. You want a smoke right? " I lifted the cigarette to her face. Her sullen gaze metamorphosed into a glare. I chuckled softly and took another drag of the cigarette and dispelled the smoke in her face again. Her eyelids fluttered for a few seconds, when she finally glared back at me again, there was moisture shining under her lower lids. I was sure the moisture wasn't because she was crying.

“Flattered that you would want me at your pool party but I…” Rosalina cuts me off with a wave of her hand. She’s on a call, assessing my body as she speaks, “Yes, a pretty young girl about… I don’t know, surely in her early twenties. Can’t be nineteen…” she pauses to whisper. “Are you?” I shake my head in the negative. She lets out a satisfied breath. “Yes. Early twenties. I can take a picture of her right now to get her size but she would be no more than a size ten. And ten mostly because of these curves on her.”

I groaned as I allowed her to dance all over my joystick, causing me to be aroused with the vivid image of Rosina. Fuck. Rosina,even now, you are clouding my sense of judgment.

Rafael's face twisted in rage as he yelled, "What do you want, Rosalina?" The sound of his voice echoed off the warehouse walls, making Rosalina's smile seem even more sinister. Rosalina's smile never wavered, her eyes gleaming with a malevolent intensity. "Oh, Rafael," she purred, her voice dripping with malice. "I want what's rightfully mine. I want the power, the control, the respect. And I'll stop at nothing to get it."

That’s why I will avoid him as much as I can. Me: If Hector comes over, tell him I don’t want to see him. Ken: Trouble in paradise. I had no energy to explain anything to Ken so I ignored that message and switched off my phone. I went back to reading more about Rosalina. I was almost done with the book anyways. Rosalina had written a few spells in her diary. Just some subtle protection spells. I fell off to sleep and was at the blue rose field again.

Mostly because of the pain I've held inside. I push the door open, slowly before seeing Rose in the middle; being tied onto a chair—her head down, facing the ground; making me turn to look around as I make towards her, wanting to get her out of here. Once I'm close enough, she starts to look up at me; causing my body to freeze at the sight of her eyes. They are red in tears, showing that she has been crying her eyes out for the past few hours. I examine her face and down to the areas of her skin, seeing that there are no bruise to be found, relieving me slightly.

Rosaline keeps her feelings in check. “Also, Rosaline. Do not interfere in the Alpha trials. The consequences for interfering will be dire even enough you are the Luna of Ortus Solis.” It was a direct warning. No games, no playing around. It was Eli in his elements, just power.

The glass assassin—now wearing Echo’s face—smiled from the screen. "You’re beginning to understand," she whispered. "The roses aren’t weapons. They’re seeds." The feed cut to a live satellite image—twenty-seven locations across the globe, each marked by a blooming black rose. New York. Moscow. Beijing. Rykov’s old facilities. Lina’s voice crackled through their earpieces: "Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me—" The glass assassin finished her sentence: "Welcome to the garden, little stars." The roses did three things:

m. Rosaline was inside her room getting ready for the office. She picked up the brush from the dressing table and started combing her hair when all of a sudden, her eyes met with her own reflection in the mirror. Her movements seized. She stared at the girl in front of her who was looking no less than a broken doll. Hollow eyes, pale face, no emotions, nothing. Rosaline immediately combed her hair and wore some makeup. She tried her best to look perfect and lively. She again checked herself in the mirror. She was looking extremely gorgeous but.... Only from outside.