Rosaline Chow Novels & Stories

“Why did you come running back?” Adrian leans close to her ear. “I’ve been your good boy often enough.” Heat rushes into her cheeks. “Adrian!” “Remember now?” “I have no idea what you mean.” Her uneven breathing betrays her. He studies her flushed face, then slowly lowers himself in front of her. Rosalie’s heart jolts. “Adrian, what are you—” He catches her hand and kisses her palm. “You said you couldn’t remember.” His mouth moves lower, disappearing beneath the hem of her dress. Rosalie draws in a sharp breath and braces one hand against the door.

My friend is now acting cold because of a chilled whiskey and coke. "Finally, I understand you! This Roseline saved my mother as a voluntary worker, and she was an orphan, to be precise! I was so surprised when you got married after seeing her on the video chat." I paused to laugh a little before I continued. "You just have to take heart and rest perfectly because the mixture is affecting you greatly" A little silence emerged after my words before Sinclair responded. "Are you sure of what you are saying? Is it true?" I felt more of an urge to laugh at his sudden question; no one in the right state of mind would ask such a question after my explanation if not drunk, and it's obvious that Sinc

You're implying that Prince will perish because of this. Prof. Rosaline burst into tears. Prof Rosaline drove her automobile straight to the Divine Servant's mission house. Fortunately, she ran into him and told him what had happened to Prince. The Divine Servant looked Prof Rosaline in the eyes and promised her that the Prince would not die.

Eveyone else had to stay outside in the event area. As we walked in, everyone started staring at us. He continued pulling me through the pack house, ignoring the stares and whispers. I heard one of the she-wolves gasp and whisper to a girl beside her "Did Beta finally find his mate?" I swung my head around and looked at her, only for her to bow to me.

I felt like I was watching a life I was never going to have. My vision blurred. I bit my bottom lip, hard. No. I refused to cry over this. A knock at the door pulled me back to the present. I wiped under my eyes quickly and straightened up, a cold mask sliding over my face like second skin. “Come in,” I said flatly. Sebastian walked in, holding a large basket of pale pink roses. His usual formal smile greeted me. “Good afternoon, Miss Rosalie,” he said gently. “These are from the boss.”

THIRD PERSON'S POV: Rose was dressed in a modest blue cottage core dress, it came a little above her knees and showed a moderate amount of cleavage. Her hair was done in a crown around her head. She had kept her makeup to a minimum and stained her lips a soft pinkish color. Eric looked at her hungrily from the dining table while she arranged the plates. The stare was enough to make her flinch but she dare not do so with Amy around. Her dad was about to come back home.

Roseline Malansala I watched Wane drive out of the house angrily, I sighed and slumped down on the couch wandering in thought, I know it wasn't going to be easy, especially when I'm married to the almighty Alpha Wane What was I even thinking? That's going to be easy? "Ohh…come on Rose don't be too carried away, you gotta work harder to achieve your aims, if you really want this cold man to fall for you, then you have to plan it well" My conscience advised

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

I huff quietly and do my best to ignore his leering eyes as he pushes the dazed woman away from him and licks the remaining blood from his lips. “Rosalyn is it? Don’t be shy and come stand beside your master,” Matthias says to me as he places his glass on a brown coaster on the coffee table. The way he calls Paul my master makes my skin prickle. Paul fists his hands but looks to me and nods for me to come stand beside him. My legs feel shaky as I step closer, keeping my head to the floor and hoping we won’t be here long. “Lift your head and look at me, Rosalyn. It’s rude not to look at someone when they speak to you,” Matthias demands calmly and I don’t like where this is going.

Where a scene was playing on it. Where I saw at first Ziven was so nice to Rosaline and how happy they were with each other. But it was all his drama while behind her back he used to go to his lover. After sometime Rosaline got pregnant but Trinity mixed some medicine into her food which led her to have a miscarriage. The poison was so lethal that it damaged her uterus. The doctor strongly suggested that she not get pregnant in the future because it will risk her life.