Rosalina X Peach Novels & Stories

She was blonde, leggy, and devastatingly beautiful. Mila Petrova. The Prom Queen. His ex-date. She looked at home. She looked comfortable. She looked like she belonged there, sipping wine in my mate’s kitchen. A hot, acidic wave of jealousy erupted in my chest. It wasn't normal jealousy. It was a physical burning, a roar of possessive rage that started in my gut and flooded my vision. Liam looked up, his smile vanishing instantly. "Luna..." He set the glass down. Mila turned, her smile bright and fake. "Caroline! Happy Birthday! I heard you were celebrating."

Riccardo asked in a rage. “Who are you talking about?” came Pierre’s answer. Big mistake in angering him more. Peeking through the crack closet door, I could see them. Riccardo approached Pierre menacingly. “Are you mocking me, Trottier?” he asked, but this time Riccardo’s voice sounded like the one of a demon. I gulped all my sighs. “Don’t play dumb with me! You know damn well what I’m talking about. I need to find Clarissa, and I need to find her now.” Riccardo continued in the same menacing tone.

Our bodies spoke what words couldn't. She immediately yanks me further into her, my head dipping low. When her lips crash against mine, I long to access her mouth straight away. I let out a low groan, and I sigh against her lips, my muscles relaxing. "I haven't stopped thinking about you, about this." Rosa murmurs down my ear, biting the skin and gently tugging it. I close my eyes and enjoy the moment, enjoy her, but I thought she was referring to another person. ***** ROSA'S POV *****

Rosalie wasn’t wearing heels now; she had a pair of white converse sneakers on with a pair of bright pink overalls. It was comical because his wife was 5 foot nothing and Selena was 5’11. “I could speak to the chef who cooks our meals about adding something for you. But I’m sure what your preferences are…” Rosalie extended an invitation yet to Roman’s ears it sounded like she was telling Selena to fuck off.

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.”

And just like that, everything that happened awhile ago, drops onto me like a bucket of ice. I had just made out with Yohan. He kissed me and I kissed him back. He hoisted me up to him, and I circled my legs into his waist. I did all of these things. I even proclaimed that I wanted to be with him. He told me the same. I did all of these things. While I was a royal consort. A royal consort who is outside the palace to do something that the future Alpha wants. I wouldn’t even be out here if I wasn’t a consort and Yohan and I wouldn’t have met. I was aiming to be a Luna. A Luna that would be required to marry and be with the Alpha.

I smirk against her hair and press my nose to it, inhaling deeply. “Mmm. You smell like peaches and sin,” I murmur against her damp skin. “I’m fucked.” Rosalie giggles softly, her voice a little hoarse. “You were already fucked the moment I walked into your life, Ezra.” “Touché,” I grin, and tilt her head back gently to look at me. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, glowing with that post-orgasm haze, and still… still she looks like trouble. My kind of trouble.

Unfortunately, she just got herself fooled by the cunning bastard. Everything was going to be over soon. Finally, she was going to get her happy ending, which she had strived endlessly to achieve. Rosa had reported seeing Amber rushing into Perchy Peach and the scowl on her face a few minutes later when she exited. They must have had a bone to pick.

In the twenty-seventh hour after Chen Boyan escaped from prison, the police sent out fifteen drones, nearly half of the police dog police force, after the carpet search of the whole blockade, still did not find half a trace of him. The man left incomparably arrogant, before leaving, but also with the blood of the escorting police officers, leaving the following words. I'll recapture my rose. I'll recapture my rose. Who is this "rose" referring to ...... A group of police officers in the conference room looked at me in unison. "Even if you look at me like that." I held my arms and shrugged. "I can only prove that Chen Boyan is just a love brain." Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to ask m

’’ she moaned, her head dropping into her hands. ‘‘My child- Liziwe, there was nothing to be done, there is nothing to be done- may God show mercy on my sins! Liziwe, truly, I do not think the match to be so awfully terrible; I merely speak in precaution…’’ But his words were lost, for as she raised her head, he saw in her a terrible loathing for the weakness of his soul. He trembled before that look; but within a blink of an eye it had fled, and he wondered if he had ever seen it at all. She walked to him slowly, a woman grown and a girl no longer. Deliberately she raised herself onto her toes, and planted a kiss on his cheek. Then she turned, and was gone, with a flick of lace and veiling