Novel & Cerita Rosalina Sml

It’s him! “What have you brought here? Explain yourselves or die.” “Sir, we present you the Red Rose. The huntress you have wanted dead for many years. She came here today, in the guise of a prisoner, with the intention to kill you. We convinced her that we would work for her, knowing that it would allow us to bring her to you, unaware of the danger she would be in. She is at your mercy, to do with as you wish Sir. She also has another identity; this woman is the new Luna of the Blue Flame pack.”

Smith's accounts, there haven't been any transactions at all…" John tapped his fingers on the desk, irritable and growled coldly, "She's the one who planted the black roses, didn't she? Always playing such nonsensical tricks just to get me to go looking for her… Just to make me cave to her whims! "Go! Bring some men with you and search every inch of this villa. If she's really in this villa, make her kneel before Lara and apologize! "Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!"

Steph said gently. “I am,” I said. She tilted her head. “Like… a counselor?” I shook my head. “Not exactly.” The silence stretched. “You know we’re here for you, right?” Rina said. I looked at both of them—these girls who knew versions of me that I no longer recognized. Who saw a Jasmine who laughed too much and tried too hard and always acted like she had a plan. That Jasmine wasn’t gone. But she was… adrift. “I know,” I whispered. “Thanks.”

I glance back at my phone one last time and mutter, “Time to prepare to see my wife.” “And,” I call out just before the maid leaves again, “Tell one of the girls to prepare a fruit basket. Add roses. Bright ones. I want it ready first thing in the morning.” #•# #Paulina’s POV# She’s still holding her phone as she tosses her diamond earring onto the counter. Her silk robe’s half-open and her nails are tapping at a steady rhythm against the recorder placed neatly beside her wine glass. She smiles into the camera. “Oh Joel,” she says sweetly. “You really think I’m that simple?”

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.

I’m not here to match. I’m here to conquer. Rosalina steps forward and latches onto my hand with both of hers, like we’re old friends and not predator and prey. “I must say, thank you again for letting me be part of the event,” she chirps, eyes wide with false gratitude. “I can’t believe I get to wear such nice clothes and watch the party from here. It’s all so magical.” Her voice is syrupy sweet, too polished to be sincere—like honey poured over something rotting underneath.

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

Roseline Palmer: Roseline Palmer is a determined and ambitious young woman with expressive hazel eyes. Her long and graceful Chestnut hair, adding to her approachable charm. Standing at an average height of 5"8, she exudes confidence and resilience. She normally dresses like a smart secretary during work and casual baggy clothing in her private hours. She loves fruits and dislikes excessive wastage of good food, she's the submissive type and extremely daring when angered. Roseline's POV

Just as I was worrying about keeping Camilla occupied, Rosaline burst onto the dance floor, her eyes shining with excitement. "Camilla, you won't believe who's here!" Rosaline exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper. Camilla's curiosity was piqued instantly. "Who?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Rosaline grinned mischievously, her lips curling upward. "Krisdana Elrod." Camilla's jaw dropped, her face frozen in disbelief. "No way! You're joking!" Rosaline shook her head vigorously. "I swear, I saw her by the photo booth!"

Rose ''Are you sure?'' Elis asks. I turn to look at him, seeing that we're actually eyeing Elia from afar. He has a smirk on his face while an unknown woman is currently sitting beside him—her dress splits nicely, showing off her long legs as she soothingly rub onto Elia's back. My heart aches at the way she touches him because that should be me instead of her. ''No,'' I mutter under my breath. ''I know I rarely say this but Rose, go and get your man back. Show him who's boss.'' He says, gripping onto my shoulders and making me smile immediately before I push the door open, entering the restaurant—an exclusive restaurant with hanging chandeliers and dim lights on the walls.