Rosalind Knight Novels & Stories

Rosemary The kitchen was quiet, the early morning stillness broken only by the soft hum of the coffee maker. I cradled the warm mug in my hands, letting the comforting aroma waft over me. The first sip was always the best part of the day, a moment of calm before the inevitable chaos. But just as the cup touched my lips, a shriek pierced the air. I nearly dropped the mug, my heart jumping in surprise. “You must be Rosemary!” A whirlwind of energy burst into the kitchen, and I found myself face-to-face with a young woman with bright blonde hair and an infectious grin. She radiated enthusiasm, her dark brown eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and excitement as she practically bounced toward

"That is understood, Princess. Your brother will guide you, and the senior members of the council. You shall be tutored in every state, protocol and diplomacy. I breathed out gradually, with relief and anxiety. Training would be well, but the experience that danger might fall at any moment still caused my breast to contract. When the meeting was over Rowan took me back to the royal hall, and touched me in the small of the back with his hand, showing that he supported me. The rays of the sun penetrating through the stained-glass windows caught the gold embroidery on his robe and made him appear taller and more commanding than I had recalled. I guess you want to know about the knight, he said,

He held it up to the light, the delicate pen pressed between his fingers - light yet exquisite. "I like it", he turned, staring at the bouquet of blue roses, his gaze complicated. Dylan scratched his head, an awkward laugh escaping his lips. "That... the flower shop i contacted had ran out of chamomiles and only had those". Matthew inhaled, nodding slowly with a low hum. "Thanks" "It was nothing actually, just something that i had to do...out of courtesy", Dylan smiled, waving his hands lightly. They stared at each other silently for a while, neither having a word to say. After a moment, Dylan cleared his throat, his hands running through his thick, strands of hair.

She couldn't even bring herself to break the annoying alarm clock as this one was a customized one. The particular clock had a voice which always started with a sweet voice,"wakie wakie baby.... Rise and shine my queen..." But that was not the only reason, the reason we're never the words...nope... not at all... The reason was the voice... It belonged to Rudra... She still finds it a mystery to solve that how her friend caught a hold of Rudra's voice that too such sweet one... Groaning, she picked up her alarm clock on her nightstand, Sakshi looked at the time and said,

She knows none of them will confront each other, but suspect each other in secret. Rose releases a deep sigh the fire she lighted works very efficiently now she just has to make her next move. She took her laptop messaged it to somebody through the website and after that started breaking some codes efficiently; she was trying to track somebody's location to find his whereabouts. Her slender fingers were dancing on the keyboard elegantly when suddenly her sight of eyes encounter with a name that drowns her in some sweet and sour memories of encountering an attractive person who left a deep impact on her. He was Alexander Jones.

"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

She was standing with the crafted details as if the lower part of her dress was swaying under the autumn breezes. Richard’s eyes turned back to Sonya. She was standing by the brook; her two arms were folded and she lifted her face to the sky. She was wearing a creme jumpsuit and her upper body was wrapped in a brown cardigan. ‘She is the different version of Rose Duville.’ He rubbed his lips and smiled when he thought how hard would be to handle that young woman emotionally. ‘Why did I develop my interest in her stubborn attitude?’ He sipped his drink from the goblet. ‘She’s more challenging than Rose!’ He smiled again with the lines drawing blurred contours on his lips. People could guess w

I questioned the lady in front of me, dressed in black like one of Max's men. “Let me explain, Isabella,” she said, trying to touch me but I just took one step back. “It's me, Rosalind, your friend, and to the Alpha, I am DeeRose, or Dee, one of his loyal spies.” She explained and I was unable to utter a single word, my gaze moving up and down her body as I tried to understand her words. “It's a long story but I can't explain right now, come with me,” she said dragging me away but we were stopped by a nurse.

said Knight Lalika. Knight Lalika Renard, a blond-haired young woman with dark brown eyes, "you will keep an eye on the Strigoi Grave Risen coven and inform me directly about their every move. And Knight Livvy Renard," Lalika's sister with black eyes and black hair, "you will stay with Ace Denzell from today and focus on the case of these werewolves," the Queen ordered the two assassin sisters who were standing in the royal room listening to everything. "Whatever you like best, Queen," Ace Denzell started to turn around and stopped when he heard the voice of Witch Rosaline. "Looks like that bottle is really going to serve for a great purpose."

Stared out at all those faces, calm, steady, no sign of fear. “My name is Rosalind,” she said, surprisingly strong for her small frame. “Twenty years ago I was this pack’s head healer. I treated Stella Argent in her last weeks and found something that should’ve stayed hidden.” She let it hang. “I’m going to tell you what I discovered. What was done to Stella and why she died. And what happened to her daughter after. And I’ll name every single person responsible.” Not a breath in the room. She went on, quieter. “I suggest you listen carefully.”