Rosalina X Peach Novels & Stories

"I don't have to pick one, my flower knows what I need and what I want." He lifted the flower gently and placed it in her hair. Serena couldn't contain herself anymore and gave into temptation and leaned forward placing her lips on his. When they parted, she saw he had a bright smile on his lips. "Can I touch your rose petals?" She asked shyly. "Of course, they're very soft and delicate." Serena ran her fingers along the petals before picking a single one and placing it in her hair. After that, he showed her his roses, each one unique and beautiful. After spending some time in the field, they headed back inside the castle.

ROSALINE I was in the living room reading a novel when I heard the front door open and I saw Vincenzo walk in with Bianca behind him. "Hi," I waved at Vincenzo. He gave me a warm smile, "It's good to see you're in good condition, Rose." "Thank you," I smiled and yelped in surprise when Bianca engulfed me in a bone crushing hug. "Please endure her, she has had a lot of sugar today. I'll see you ladies later," he chuckled and walked into the hallway.

Caesar casually asked, "You seem to like roses a lot?" Lola said, "They're delicious!" She put her hands on the cold stone railing, excitedly pointing to a red flower growing not far away, and told Caesar, "Ah! General, do you know that flower? Its scientific name is Pseudorchis albida. The stamens taste sweet. It's said that as long as an Alpha gives it to an Omega, the Omega will never be able to leave the Alpha. Many Alphas pick it by hand to express their love for their Omegas..."

Judas demanded. "Fine. Do you want to prove?" Rosalina rolled her eyes. "Then watch." As soon as Rosalina finished talking, she stepped out and turned around to face Garry. Standing on tiptoe, she threw his hands over his shoulders, locking them firmly behind the nape before placing her ideal cherry red lips on the rosy thin ones. Chester stumbled a few steps backward, brushing against Alessa, who helped to hold him in place. "W-what?" Judas watched with his jaw dropped open at how the one he loved kissing another man in front of him.

(Silence ensued after Rosaline answered.) Pete - You don’t mean this guy, do you? (points at Jack) (Rosaline nodded her head as she subconsciously looked at William. She bit her lips at his complicated expression.) Peter - You and You. How? Tris - That’s gross. Ella - Why? Leena - Now, I’m so happy. Rosaline and Jack - Shut up. Bella - How was it? Rosaline - Disgusting. Jack - Like incest. (answer at the same time)

Rosalina asked emphasizing each word "Cause he wants to sort things out with you Rosalina ..." Mae answered "Sort what out?" Rosalina asked giving an amused expression. "He still loves you Rosalina " Tristan answered "Love? Me?" Rosalina asked sarcastically and then laughed "You call this love?" Rosalina said pulling her t-shirt showing the scars on her neck and hands "Tell me you call this love!? Then tell, who the fucking hell treats the one they love this way?!" She said loudly

he added. __________ •Rosalina• "Enersto, you shouldn't have" She said with a blush as he hands her a full bouquet of scenting red roses, she wasn't really expecting it from him. Felix had never given her such since they started dating. She lowered her face to it and sniffed in, the lovely scent filled her nostrils. He leans in and pecked her lips, they stretched into a flirty smile immediately.

ROSALINE’S POV: “It’s time,” Peace said once she walked into my room. Her mouth dropped, but she quickly covered it up with her hands. I could have sworn I saw a few hints of tears in her eyes. “Wow, you look so beautiful, Rosaline.” “I know, right?”!” Stephanie squeals before falling dramatically on my bed. She releases an exhale before saying, “When will I find my mate? Someone that would be my prince charming?"

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.

Now. "Stop, this isn't a competition," I growled, using my Alpha tone to command attention and silence the room. "Angel is my mate, and Peach is just a friend." Peach face softened into a pout, and she batted her long lashes innocently as she directed her gaze to my mate. "Yeah Ang, I'm just a friend. I can't believe you think I would do that," she sniffled, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. Angel's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Oh really, why can I smell you all over him then?" she challenged, obviously not moved by Peach's tears.