Rosalina Sml Novels & Stories

"Our third roommate right?" Anya nods her head then the girl was having blonde hairs with light brown eyes a cute face like a Disney princess character, she cheerfully forwards her hand "Hi, I'm Rosalinda Smith, you can call me Rose. I'll be doing bachelor's in literature" When Anya heard her name she couldn't help but mumble. "Gentle horse, name like personality." "Huh..." Rose asked with her misheard expression making Anya shakes her head in negative then she continues

Panicking, even. Rosaline Cabrera, or as everybody liked to call her, ‘Rosa,’ was a petite woman. About five foot in height. Perhaps her most distinct feature was her ice blue eyes which elicited warmth in anyone who ever stared into it. She and Lara had been best friends since elementary school. They were so close to one another that sometimes, people dubbed them to be non-identical twins. Running away from home did nothing but make their bond twice as strong. Although they didn’t see each other often, they communicated three sixty five out of three hundred and sixty five days in a year. She was probably the only reason Lara didn’t feel the impact of having zero friends in Boston. But nobod

I muttered, walking away from them. “Rosalina!” “See you both later!” I yelled stepping out of the house. I flagged a taxi and soon enough I was on my way to Lena's place. ………. I rang the doorbell then waited. Footsteps walked forward, stopping at the door for a moment before swinging it open. “Hey—” “Finally,” Samuel grumbled, stepping out of the way. “Seriously?” “Go and sort things with each other so I can get a good night's rest without feeling like the villain of your princess friendship story.”

“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.”

ROSALINA (Presently 23 years old) After applying the last coat of mascara over my long brown lashes, I checked myself in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect. I had an ick for imperfections when it came to my appearance. I slightly adjusted my black miniskirt to reveal my midsection, which was accentuated by a pink, off-shoulder crop top. I ran a brush through my hair again, as I noticed it was slightly disheveled.

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.

"C'mon, you must change before he steps out to see you wearing the same clothes as yesterday." I nod with a smile. "Oh, before I forget, I got you something." I slowly opened my handbag to bring out the eye pencil and eyebrow brush I bought for her." "Gracie, Lady Cicero!" she looks happily at the pencil as she opens it to stare at the shade. "Lady Cicero?" Ms. Aldofo's voice was heard from behind us. "Roselina?" 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.

Rosina let her eyes wander, quietly taking everything in, every detail of the space speaking louder than words. The door opened not long after, and Mrs. Camilla stepped in hastily, her eyes lighting up with curiosity the moment they landed on Rosina. “I’m Rosina Carter,” Rosina introduced smoothly, extending her hand, already aware of the woman’s distaste for Bianca. “I brought you something…an expensive, one-of-a-kind bag. Just for you.” The effect was immediate. Mrs Camilla’s expression softened, admiration slipping in almost too easily. “That’s so sweet of you… You must come from a very well-to-do family, judging by you,” she began, but Rosina didn’t let her finish.

Hina turned to the girl only to get taken aback, "Rose? You here?" They were good friends. Rosaline was somewhat hurt knowing this piece of information but seeing no place for her between them, she agreed to help Elaine and Hina as well. "Yes, I am. To be very frank, I like Sam. So, if you are thinking of still trying to play hard to get, I might take the chance seriously and get married to him. So, decide for yourself." "What's going on here?" Sam uttered being utterly confused, "Rosaline, how do you know Hina?"

Lady Rosalina woke early the next morning in her new chambers. These chambers were much smaller than her bedchamber in her home in Alcantara. She sat up and looked around, wondering if she should dress for the day or just close her eyes and return to her home. Finally, the young lady decided that it would not be proper to be late on her first day serving the Queen. Even though the Queen was her Aunt, it would not be a good idea to take advantage of the relationship. Rosalina threw her covers off and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She sat up, stretched, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She got up crossed the room to sit in front of her mirror. She grabbed her hairbrush and ran it