Rosalind Knight Novels & Stories

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

The remainder of the ride was spent nervously chatting with Sean about what to expect in the interview and how rude the other girls at the academy were. Rose was used to mean girls though, most debutantes hated her. Being the sole heir to an enormous fortune would have been enough, but she was blessed with a combination of features from her mother and father that turned out quite magnificent, if she didn’t say so herself. Her strawberry blonde hair was part blonde like her mum (except mum’s blonde was almost white) and the ruddy red of her father’s wiry curls. She had just enough of his curls to have that perfect wave almost like a loose spiral that most women envied. Her eyes were the brigh

As I was feeling the connection finally entwined, I concentrated on a private link, which surprised them. “Finally, I found my loyal knights.” With enthusiasm, I suddenly announced through their minds. Like I thought, they were surprised to hear my whispering in their minds since only a pack member or a family member could do that, but since I was a stranger, it was surprising. ‘W-who are you?!’ ‘How did you do that? ‘You’re a stranger, so how come you can connect with us?’ “Oh, me? Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself.” I chuckled amusingly at their innocent but demanding questions before introducing myself through my imperious tone. “I’m Royal Princess of Escoffier and the Queen of Orlok, D

Rosalind whisper-shouted once they got into this quiet storage room that smelled like old cardboard boxes. “What are you doing here? You vanished and Orion was worried you didn’t say goodbye to him or any of us.” Rosalind shot her a look. “Because his wife was actively trying to kill me, thinking I wanted her precious man!” She hissed. “Selene’s family made it very clear I wasn’t welcome anymore. I gave them the child they wanted, got paid, and that was it. Deal done. There was nothing left for me there.” It was exactly what the rumors in the pack said. “I’m just happy you’re safe,” Daphne said softly, touching Rose’s arm. “But you could have sent a message. Why did you never reach out to me

Our cab had already arrived, so we got in and headed straight for Reno’s Boutique — one of the biggest in New York. I’d only heard about the place from Marielle, but stepping inside was something else entirely. The glass walls gleamed, the scent of expensive perfume filled the air, and designer dresses shimmered under the warm lights. I ran my fingers across one of them, smiling a little for the first time in days. Tessa and I started browsing through the racks. When we reached the trousers section, I picked a few to try on — and that was when I saw her. Marielle. She was clinging to Adrian’s arm like her life depended on it, laughing too loudly, too sweetly. The moment her eyes met mine, he

“Just kidding. He said you were burning up. I’m glad you were well enough to attend the party.” Arden waited by the entrance, watching Katie converse with Alexander. When she laughed because of what Alexander said, he looked away. He stared at an empty corner until a hand waved in front of his face. He looked up and was greeted by the female instructor’s enthusiastic smile. “Hi!” she stretched a hand out, which Arden briefly shook. “I’m Rose.” “Arden,” his smile quickly faded. “Thank you for taking your time to teach them.” “Oh, my pleasure! Although, I am a little concerned about the princess. I’m not sure she can learn the dance in the given time frame,” she sat beside Arden. “But enough a

There was a single knock on the door before Kaylin entered the room, her eyes widening in surprise at Rosabella's company. "Fanny! Wow, you're up... they make you sound like you're tied to the bed like a madman." Kaylin laughed. Fanny cast a confused look at Rosabella because she didn't recognize the woman standing in front of her, who was casually sitting on the small armchair opposite them as if she had done so many times before. "Uh. Fanny. This is Kaylin. She's also a newly recruited Black Roses member." Rosabella explained, noticing how confused her best friend was, guessing that perhaps she was confused about the fact that Kaylin seemed to know not only her name but hers as well.

Mary Redferne A day before my wedding, Mr. McKinnon decided to host the most lavish engagement party for his son. I knew he did this intentionally, just a day before my own wedding, to ensure that their engagement overshadowed my own impending marriage. The McKinnons' ego was inflated by the perception of their wealth, and they sought to command respect and demonstrate their social standing. As the evening unfolded at Joshua and Clara's extravagant engagement party, I found myself standing alone at the bar, nursing a glass of sparkling water. The grandeur of the occasion was unmistakable, yet I couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at my insides.

commanded Shannon, and the guard complied. A few seconds later, everyone looked at Rose coming out of the room. Kingsley moved closer to the screen to get a good look at her. His eyes blinked on their own, and his mouth fell open. In the haze of pain in the morning, he didn’t realise that the girl he threatened was this beautiful. Even with the fear written all over her face, he could see the beauty on her face. The next thing he noticed was her feet. She didn’t have her shoes on. It was lying near the bed, so why didn’t she see those? And was it not hurting her running away barefoot?

Rose was standing there, her arms crossed, her expression as sour as ever. "Mrs. Rose," I greeted, keeping my voice neutral. She looked me up and down, her nose wrinkling slightly. "The Luna wants you. You're to go to the royal chambers and wash her clothes. She says they need special care." I stared at her. Lindsey's clothes. Lindsey's chambers. After the confrontation in the hall, she was calling me to her private rooms. "She said you're late already," Mrs. Rose added, a thin smile playing at her lips. "Best not keep her waiting."