Rosaline Chow Novels & Stories

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

Rosalind chuckled while I rolled my eyes with a smile on my face. Chris let out the sigh he held onto while asking the question and pulled her towards him, placing a kiss on her lips unexpectedly. They pulled away, and he whispered. “I’m happy you are.” She smiled back. “You gave me enough reasons to stay. I’ll be a fool not to.” Rosalind walked towards me and wrapped her hands around my torso, my bare chest distracting her but she pretended not to notice. “We need to feed you and bathe you.” She whispered.

“Maria is Rolando’s wife. She is an amazing cook! She used to send Monica and I lunch on Mondays and Fridays. Her tamales and enchiladas are to die for.” “Seriously, why do all the adults in my life kiss so much?” Maddie exclaims with a yuck face as I pull away from Rose’s lips again. “Because all the adults in your life are in love and don’t care that you don’t like us kissing.” I reply as I kiss Rose again. She just melts into me. When she pulls back, I realize I don’t see the mark Zeus left on her neck. “Did someone apply makeup to cover my mark?” I ask in a whisper.

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

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

“Oh, Rosaline came to-” She interrupted her husband, her eyes tender towards my sister. “Rosa, why did you come early? You should have relaxed and arrived with your father later.” “Mrs. Storm,” Rosaline smiled like she wasn’t just plotting how to fuck the woman’s husband, “I had a feeling you would need some help. I wanted to surprise you, so I asked Mr. Storm to show me to the pantry so I can get some cooking things to make cake.” Who says ‘make cake’? Ughh.

Eleonora disregarded the action that happened earlier because she knew there was no use pursuing a case with the elder woman. After serving the amount of food she thought she could stomach, she focused on the food in front of her and grabbed her cutlery to dig in but just as the food got to the entrance of her mouth the door opened and she looked up at the entrance. Of course, she sent the food in her mouth as she looked at the commotion happening or about to happen in front of her. "Don't eat yet!" "Don't eat yet!" Rosaline rushed in from the kitchen as she quickly placed the food she prepared on the table.

Rosaline had died, but that sl*t merely got sentenced to three years in prison! She simply lost a kidney, did she not? His Rosaline had lost her life!

The air seemed to freeze. Uncle Wesley suddenly lowered his head, his gaze locking onto the gemstone necklace. He'd personally sketched the design and had it custom-made as a gift for Mom's 20th birthday. He slowly lifted his head. This time, he really looked at me. His eyes moved from the loose strands of hair on my face, down to my lips, pressed tightly from the pain. Finally, he looked straight into my eyes. His voice carried an obvious tremor when he spoke. "…Rosaline?"