Rosaline Chow Novels & Stories

“Why the hell do you have the new cook at gunpoint?” The man instantly lowered the weapon, shaking under her glare. “I—I was just—” “Apologize,” she demanded. He stammered something that barely sounded like an apology before retreating, tail between his legs. Rosaline turned her attention to me then, and her eyes— cold and dangerous—assessed me from head to toe. “You,” she said. “Make me a dish. Something… exotic.” I blinked. “Exotic?” “Yes. Intercontinental. That’s what your résumé said, isn’t it?”

Alexia said confiding in Rosaline. “I believe you should squash those thoughts. I feel that girl is something but can’t still put my fingers on it,” Rosaline said, her eyes lighting up as she remembered Anastasia’s fight with Princess the other day. “What do you mean?” Alexa asked curious now as she turned to look at Rosaline. “Well, the day she had a duel with Princess we could all see she was getting beaten up but……., that necklace, I believe there is something there,” Rosaline said her face giving off an expression of someone in deep thought.

Chapter Nine Rosaline's POV: I open the pot of steaming noodles and a smile crawls to my face. From where I stand, I can perceive the pepper. Perfect. Thunder rumbles outside and more spears fall on the roof making the night ever so surreal. I walk out of the kitchen to find a drenched Mr Sylvester walking in. Didn't he go out with his car? I give a little bow and walk to the couch where my laptop sits. The spice and the hot food is a little bit too much but that's how I like it.

Rosaline walked into my room after I had granted her permission. I wasn't hungry, but I just had coffee and a biscuit in the morning. It was weird, but there is no use forcing anything into my stomach. “I don't think I am hungry,” I replied. I hadn't even taken off my clothes, and my shoes were still on. I wouldn't say I was lazy. I didn't just feel the need to take it off. “Are you sure you're OK, sir?” She asked curiously. She is the second person to ask me that question.

If you told her not to do it, expect that she will do it again and again. What a stubborn woman. "Dale," I reminded her with a serious tone. She was about to ask me something when I halted her. I know it, she's going to ask about the shirt. And I wasn't wrong. Exactly when I entered Riona, I saw that something happened to her. Rosaline accidentally or should I say intentionally spilled her juice drink on Zyah. These past few months, I can tell that Rosaline is always getting in Zyah's way but she got nothing. Zyah didn't argue or fight back. She's smiling even deep inside there's pain. After all, she loves to smile. Even Rosaline is doing things to provoke her, I never heard her being mad. S

As if realizing who he was, who I was, and where we were. He returned by Plimoth's side, who was looking at us back and forth with a glint in his eyes. I decided I like him more when he kept his mouth shut. After a few moments of unbearable silence, Plimoth clapped his hands and gained everyone's attention. "Allow me to extend my sincerest apology, the pain is severe, I understand, but I wanted to see who was immune and who was not," Plimoth then looked at Suzanne, who still looked as if she wanted to be anywhere else but here. "Lady Suzanne wasn't even bothered by it. In fact, the moment you all were busy groaning in pain, I made her eat a whole flower. Isn't that right?"

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

“You show up at my friend's doorstep even though I didn't ask you to. You sat down for a fucking meal and decide to humiliate her husband.” “Humiliate her husband? He started it first, Rosie.” “He wouldn't have done that if you weren't being all mushy and charming with his bloody wife.” “Charming? I was only being polite.” “Oh really? I never forgot your cinnamon rolls, Maggie. It was the best I ever tasted.” I mocked, trying to imitate his voice. He scoffed, turning away from me. “And I have another one. Who would easily forget your charming smile.” “For Christ's sake, Rosie. We were having a simple conversation.”

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

Then, as if shaking off a thought, he blinked and looked away. “Let’s go,” he said quietly to Josh. And just like that, he walked past, but his reaction didn’t go unnoticed. The other secretaries turned toward me like a pack of vampires smelling blood. “Well, well,” Sandra said loudly after he left. “Looks like the boss finally noticed our little Rose.” Lissa laughed. “Please, he probably just thought she was the janitor.” My cheeks burned, I pretended to print out something, but my fingers were shaking too much.