Rosaline Glass Novels & Stories

But there was still on response "Madison Ross, open this door now or l'll break it down. Kel said. Still there was no response, so Kel had no choice than to break the door. Kel and Irene walked into an empty room, they checked the bathroom, the walk-in-closet, and even under the bed but they could not find Madison. While Kel was still looking around, Irene stood in front of an open window. They were on the second floor there was no way Madison could jump out right?? Irene turned around and looked at Kel, Kel who knew exactly what she was thinking replied. "No way." They both looked out the window and noticed a long rope dangling outside. "Did she really climb all the way down." Irene wondere

Rosaline's POV I shot down a glass of punch that has obviously been spiked given how I was suddenly feeling a chill in my body Pushing the glass away, I grabbed my phone, staring at the phone, particularly at the comments people had written Someone had videod a part of my burst out and labelled it “ When the queen crashed out” I groaned, a hiccup forcing itself through my throat “So much for being perfect” I mumbled quietly to myself “Drinking alone is the most pathetic thing ever, you know that right?”

Her dress was the plain white uniform the other servants wore, but she had managed to pin a rose to her name plate, her attempt at sprucing it up. “The glass, Your Highness…the princess had been holding it just before she fell,” She muttered, leaning down to snap up a shrapnel of the wine flute when I felt my scalp start to tingle. I watched Dante’s scowl deepen when he snatched it from her, taking a sniff of the remnants and exchanging unreadable looks with the three. Wasn't that the glass one of the servants handed me? The memory of the night whirled noisily in my brain but the servant’s face remained elusive, sticking to the shadows in the corner of my mind.

“Your wine, sir.” Adrian glanced at it. “Is this a new bottle? It looks different from the usual one downstairs.” Rosa’s voice shook slightly. “Yes, sir. It is one of a kind. A special selection.” Adrian nodded. “Hold on. Let me check it first. I might want more later.” He took a sip. The taste was rich and smooth. He drank the entire glass slowly, savoring it. Rosa stood near the door, waiting for the right moment to leave and signal Lia.

“Sure.” "Ow! What's this?!" Clara reacted as expected, squinting her eyes in frustration. "How strong are these prescription glasses?" she asked. "It's actually 1.75," Rosie replied then laughed afterwards. “Ah figures.” Clara was about to give the glasses back when she noticed Leon glancing at them. "Leon, can you come closer for a sec?" Clara requested. She immediately had an idea in her mind. "Nope," he replied, anticipating Clara's intentions.

I said, curiosity getting the better of me, my voice barely above a whisper. "Anything," Rosaline replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief, her long, dark hair cascading down her back. "Is there someone special in your life?" I teased, my brow furrowed, eager to uncover her secrets. Rosaline's cheeks flushed, and she looked away, trying to compose herself, her full lips curling into a sly smile. "Maybe," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape.

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.

Inside a room where almost everything was white一a white canopy, curtain, and sheet, Rosalina stood behind a four-folded white screen with cherry blossoms drawing a river when a knock came from the door. Stepping out, she hovered her hand and opened the door with her magical white light to reveal a smiling Alessa and a frowning Garry on the other side.

he raised his glass to me in a toast. The Priest's voice rang out at the same time, like a death knell. "The couple will now place their hands upon the moonstone and exchange tokens." "I offer my loyalty," Rosalind said softly. Her blue eyes stared at me, but I saw no love in them. "Alpha Slade, do you willingly..." Suddenly, Rosalind's hand shot out from her bouquet. A flash of cold light. It was a carved, pure silver dagger. "Go to hell, my love."

The night breeze lifted his hair, softening his sharp features. He knelt in front of my tombstone, fingertips brushing its cold surface, eyes full of longing. "Wendy. Rose." He said my name so gently. I hadn't heard him speak like that in a long, long time. He leaned down and kissed the photo etched on my stone. "You've waited long enough, haven't you?" he murmured. "I'm coming to join you." A gentle smile curved his lips. Then, without hesitation, he drove the blade into his chest.