Rosaline Chow Novels & Stories

Schemed Evening "This is such a ridiculously terrible idea. He's not even going to show up." Rosie paced back and fourth in Aatalo's loft, shaking her head frantically. Aatalo walked to stand in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders to stop her. "Rosie, my dear, look at me. Take a deep breath." Rosie listened, staring at him intently as she inhaled deeply. Aatalo nodded slowly. "You have to exhale too."

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

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Alpha superior Eli walks in. “It has been so long since I last saw you here.” His voice thick and strong. “Can you please pass the garden trowel?” Rosaline unsurprised at his appearance. He hands it over to her. “Thank you.” Rosaline is transplanting from her nursery; her attention is totally wrapped in her plants. This annoys Alpha superior Eli, it was a trait few had. Rosaline could easily disregard her husband. He had not come to watch her garden. Still, he had to keep calm. She was not the kind of woman he could lose his temper at, that was often her aim he had realised after all those years together.

I shrugged, walking downstairs. The first person I saw as I reached downstairs was Rosaline. She was in the kitchen pouring herself a glass of wine. "That's your first thing in the morning, Rosaline?" I chuckled as I walked over to her, giving her a side hug which she returned, along with a kiss on my temple. "Just got a bad hunch for no reason," she sighed, "Forget it. Did you sleep well, honey?" "Absolutely. The croissant was amazing!" "I'm glad," she smiled, "Do you want some wine?"

Rosaline POV: I awoke blind folded, both of my wrists were chained, I had a collar around my neck that was also chained. I was standing up and I dropped my head, as I felt tears burning in my eyes. No Rosaline, don't cry, don't let them get that pleasure of seeing you cry. I thought to myself. I don't know what happened. I was in my cellar laying down in pain, the gash that was on my cheek was throbbing and didn't want to heal so I laid down to try and get some sleep. And then I heard my door open, and I saw one of the omega's and then everything went dark.

I commanded softly, my voice rough and deep in the quiet greenhouse. "I don't know how to dance very well, Christopher," she whispered, her face turning a little bit pink under the candlelight. "I usually just stumble over my own feet." "Just follow my lead," I told her, my boots moving slowly over the thick carpet of white rose petals on the floor. "I am not going to let you fall, Rosalina. I have you." She rested her head flat against my shoulder, her sweet lemon soap scent filling my head and pushing away the smell of the city dust. We moved slowly in a circle under the grand crystal chandelier. The candles were starting to burn down low, casting long, romantic shadows across the glass pa

I took Rosaline back up to our room, and I heard little footsteps follow closely behind us. “Mommy, are you okay? You said you were okay! Was it my food?" That question caused Rosaline as much pain as it did me. Rosaline responded, "No, sweetheart, I am fine. I just cut myself; please go back to the kitchen, ok? Cover up my food; I will have it later." I knew Rosaline was putting in so much effort to conceal her pain, but one look at her face was all it took to know that she was on the verge of screaming her lungs out.

“Oh, for me?” “Yes. I hope you’d like it.” She smiled while smelling the red roses and touching a few petals. “It’s lovely. Thank you.” “Just like you. Lovely.” Then some maids brought their dinner. Rosalind’s stomach growled to smell the food’s aroma. She blushed while touching her belly. He grinned to hear her stomach’s sound. “Hungry? Let’s eat now.”

A baritone voice draws all the attention of the people present in the room. Rosalind: “...” ‘This shameless man!’ The two Chatter-boxes were finally mumped, when Rey was about to express his views in this idea, Rosalind gave him a sharp glare and mouthed, “behave.” A small figure appeared behind Wilson who was none other than Nora.