Rosalina Sml Novels & Stories

'One month has passed since that day. Yes, Rosaline had been living with us for the past one month but like a spirit. I had barely heard her voice because after that day she had totally shut herself up. She comes to the office regularly, does all the work which is assigned to her by Noah, eats with us, live with us under the same roof but neither she engages herself in any conversation nor she even looks at anyone. She doesn't talk with anybody now, not even with Jennifer so smiling and laughing is totally out of the picture. Rosa lives like a robot, completes all the tasks but after doing her duty switches off herself. During the weekends she would stay inside her room the whole day. Jennif

I say and she smiles with a little bend of the knees. "Nice to meet you too, Madame." She says and I shake my head. "It's just Kera. Please." I tell her and she giggles nodding. Rosalia has beautiful silky brown hair with bright blue eyes and soft pink lips. She looks like a real life doll but in a good way. Her and her mother do look very alike. "Is Alessio awake yet? I mean Mr. Marino." Rosalia quickly adds. I raise my brows before nodding, keeping my eyes on her. "He's just laying down." I say before going back to pouring coffee in four cups.

“You said the same thing when we got recruited. We were not that bad.” “Alas, there’s no point talking to young lads.” “What’s your name, little girl.” “I’m Rosy. Good to meet you, sir.” “Aren’t you pretty? How old are you, girl?” “20 years last February.” “You are so young. You must still be in college.” “I graduated this year, sir.” “Good! Good!! You are pretty and smart. A good match for my student.” Rosaline blushed at that, which made him chuckle.

I walked over to Rosalina’s crib and looked down at her. My wolf didn’t really like Rosalina, but I had to keep reminding him—it wasn’t her fault. It was Gabriel’s. Rosalina had blonde hair like her father, but striking blue eyes like her mother. I noticed a heart-shaped birthmark on her arm. “I want to talk to you in your office,” my father mind-linked me. I sighed and glanced over at Anais. “I’ll make this all better. I swear,” I whispered, then stepped out of the room.

Arlo says as he and James walk up to us. "Hard to believe this was little Rose, from when we were kids, and now she's sitting here talking like a true Luna" James says smiling. Rosaline looks at me nervously, not knowing what to say. "She's only gained a slight memory back guys, she probably doesn't remember you two yet." I say to them as she yawns.

Zarun complimented her back and hissed lightly as Zeenat dig her nails deep in his arm "ahm ahm." Zeenat cleared her throat to gain Rashmi's attention who is ogling at her husband shamelessly "Oh Zeenat. You are looking good, sorry I did not notice you at all. When a handsome man like him is there it is hard to notice someone else around." Rashmi said with a wink and that made her more angry

It was a very huge store, with a million dresses, it smelt of fresh roses and pastry. “good day ladies” a tall lady greeted us the moment we walked into the store, she wore a suit and had a pair of spectacles hanging off her nose. “Miss Romero” she added with a smile. “and you must be miss Santiago, Romans fiance”. I smiled at her. It was funny though that her store was named after my fathers name.

She nodded her head dropping her eyes. "The Kale Textiles." She whispered making him smile. "Yes. The owner has only one condition. He wants the designer to present her designs not anyone else." Rosaline said nothing only looked at her wet hands. "Rose, please. Please give the presentation. It's really important for us. And Mr. Stroke also wanted to come and request you personally as he knows you don't like speaking much. But please just for last time." "Rosaline." She looked up with her empty eyes.

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

"Moretti knows exactly what will happen if his cars cross my valley again. I am handling the city." "Make sure you do," Sofia said. The wooden door opened, and Rosalina walked into the kitchen. She had changed into a fresh white sundress that came down to her knees, and her dark hair was tied back in a neat ponytail. She had no makeup on, and her skin looked bright and clean in the morning sun. When her eyes found mine, a huge smile broke across her face. "The coffee smells amazing," she said, walking over to stand right next to me.