Rosaline Glass Novels & Stories

Suddenly all the twenty-one ladies present bow at once in unison to submit to Rosaline. We were shocked but I saw Wonder delighted. I asked what is the meaning of this? Beauty, replied, Prince we have been exposed to the fact that a lady by the name of Rosaline an architect by profession is part of your divine mandate. So we are overwhelmed to meet her at a time like this. Rosaline oh please be on your feet. She responded with shock. Nora asked me, in the books of the elites it has been stated that you are supposed to have gone to the ocean god palace for the eyes of the dragon. Does Prince have the story in the books of the elites been full-field?

"Get my wife some champagne." "How many glasses?" he whispered to me. "One will do," I whispered back. That was a glass I needed a lot more than one; the brand they served was so good. I jolted in alert as someone tapped me from behind. My jaw dropped as I saw Rosaline, Grace's daughter, aka the one I grew up with, aka Maria's favorite assassin. "Don Adri," I marveled at the voice that came out from the tall hunk beside her; she must've been on a mission. I felt bad for the hunky who was to die.

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.

Rosaline smiled sweetly, pretending to have a good relationship with Lily until the waiter walked away with her order. Once the waiter was out of sight, her smile fell, and she glared at Lily while adjusting her expensive designer purse on the table. "I didn't expect you'd appear so soon, so I didn't prepare any gifts for your coming," Lily continued with a smile of her own. Rosaline's face turned icy as she leaned forward, her voice dropping to a dangerously low whisper. "Oh, dear, you don't know how long I've been waiting for our little meetup," she sneered.

She remembered telling this to Claude, once. “It can’t be,” whispered the girl. Then, to make sure she asked Ciel: “Why is the Glasshouse fall of jasmine plants?” “Sir loves jasmine. It reminds him of someone dear.” Someone dear? Is that dear person Flora? It can’t be… Isn't it? Flora took a seat and waited for Claude. Ciel was not talkative, so the waiting time was full of fresh silence. Some minutes later, Claude came in. He was wearing a black formal suit and looked very elegant, yet very tired too.

This should give me the energy required to keep this conversation going even though that’s the last thing I want to do. “And you are…” I trail off. “I’m Rosaline,” she introduces herself. “Daughter of the owner of this place. My father is friends with yours.” “I see,” I smile, my eyes settling on the balcony. There. I want to go there. “If you’ll excuse me,” I step aside, gesturing to the balcony. “I need some fresh air.” “Oh okay. It was nice meeting you!” She yells behind me as I walk away from her.

Her mind was a whirlpool of confusion and rising emotion. Later that afternoon, the suffocating atmosphere of the castle became too much to bear. Seeking solitude, Rosalie walked out into the palace’s private glass gardens. She requested Shane and Griat to stay at the perimeter, and they obliged. The air inside the greenhouse was warm and fragrant, filled with the scent of blooming white roses, damp earth, and ancient pine. It was the only place where she felt she could truly breathe. She walked slowly along the stone path, her soft blue gown trailing behind her, her mind still completely consumed by the image of the blond-haired King.

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 wanted to tell you they found wolfsbane in Viola. I came to ask for help, you should know who would have such rare herb.” “And I find you here gardening again.” He smugly says. “Wolfsbane?” Rosaline lifts her hand in the Thinker pose. “I don’t know who keeps wolfsbane” “Well. No one except me.” Rosaline finally turns to face her husband as if daring him to accuse her. It was known she grew wolfsbane but because it was a beautiful plant and there was something interesting about growing something so dangerous to her kind.

And Giselle with her barely concealed attempt of pursuing Aiden reminded her forcibly of Anna , which only made her hate Giselle even more . Rosalie took out a carton of orange juice from the refrigerator , propped up a glass on the island at the centre of the kitchen area , that was shining and gleaming and filled up her glass up to the brim . Chairs surrounded the island and if possible Rosalie would have loved to have her juice right there instead of going back and forcing herself to face Giselle's unwanted presence . But the thing was - she was the Luna and if she pulled herself back , it will only fatten up Giselle's overly fattened head .

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish