Rosaline Glass Novels & Stories

Getting back on my feet, I made my way towards the bath where a few other maids were waiting for me already as the intoxicating smell of roses became a part of the atmosphere. I got out of the bath smelling myself as the sharp scent of roses had deeply penetrated my skin. Water dripped down my fair skin as I stood up and walked away from the bath. When I was done with everything, I saw a maid bringing an extravagant light pink gown which had white butterflies and flowers decorated all over the bodice as the skirt was quite puffy and pretty. I noticed that Mrs.Hanzah tied the corset a bit tighter than usual. My hair was styled into a formal braided bun as I looked marvelous. Walking towards t

"There's no time to explain. Tell us the truth. What was wrong with those glass slippers? Why did Prince Adrian still call Ryla a fake after she put them on?" Rosalie looked completely innocent. "That's impossible. They were made from the purest crystal and had a true love spell cast on them." Rosalie's expression suddenly shifted, and she shrank back slightly, looking guilty. I caught the change in her expression right away. "What's wrong? Did you mess something up?"

"Weren't you just working?" Victor stared at her slightly drunken face, glancing at the red wine bottle poured next to her, his voice light and inaudible with emotion: "Are you drinking because of him?" "No..." Rosalie shook her head and her voice like a child's softly sounded: "It has nothing to do with him, I just want to drink some wine, do you want a glass?" Rosalie went to get a glass of wine, but her vision drifted, she reached out but grabbed the air, and the glass shattered.

'' She replies, lightly running her hand at Elis's back. A couple of hours later, I am left staring at the glass window near the back—only watching flowers blossoming beautifully. My lips curve up into a small smile, realising that there's a lot of roses here other than different flowers. To my surprise, I find Fiore standing a few feet from me as she watches the roses, ''They are Elia's favourite.'' She says, breaking the silence. ''Especially orange coloured roses,'' She adds. Roses. Is it a coincident?

Rosalie stumbled back when she thought she heard a heavy growl, but she guessed it was just her clouded mind as she looked from Giovanni’s darkened yet smug face to Cora, who glared at her before smirking satanically. "This isn't over," she said before leaning forward as her hand suddenly shoved the glasses of herb oil off the table shattering them on the floor. Rosalie gasped, and jump back, while Giovanni glared at Cora, who blew him a kiss before leaving.

, Rosaline said and chuckled sadly. "Sometimes I really think that my life is a joke. My heart is made up of glass house in which anyone enters and leaves by smashing it brutally, not even sparing a glance on my whimpering face. I keep calling them for help while covered in shards of glasses pierced into my skin but no one comes for my rescue. You think that you're the only one who is suffering alone. I also bank on you thinking that you will never break my trust but again I was proved a fool in front of everyone. And here you are screaming and crying? For what?", she said and left his hands. Vincent opened his eyes when he felt her touch fading away. He looked at Rosaline only to see her ac

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

A sly, unapologetic smile curled on her lips as her eyes found mine. “Gideon,” she purred, her voice sickly sweet and unabashedly bold. “I didn’t realize you were...busy.” I blinked, the vivid image of Rose standing naked in the doorway dissipating like smoke. My breath hitched as reality snapped back into focus. Rose was fully clothed, she had been all along, her expression neutral. She was holding a small glass vial filled with a curious-looking liquid.

Nothing in was doing was making things better, Britney still refusing to pay me even the slightest bit of attention. With a huff, I hit the stairs again, this time heading downstairs to get myself a glass of water. All that useless walking had finally gotten to me and i just needed a glass of water. I got to the kitchen and much to my surprise, immediately met Rosaline in it. For a second, I contemplated leaving to give her the privacy she might need but sensing the aura in the air, I decided to take things to my own advantage. She had a glass in her hand, a bottle of fruit juice in another. Her face was etched with worry and guilt though as she slowly filled the glass with the juice, sighs

Looking at the mirror Niamh spoke, “Rosaline! Talk to me.” Queen Niamh, had a connection arranged with the sorceress Rosaline prior to her trip through the mirror. Rosaline had the mirror in her suite back in the Cresian royal palace transformed as the conduit between her and the Queen for secretly reporting her about the things going on in Cresia.