Rosaline Glass Novels & Stories

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

I persuade her to return home. For half an hour, I have been sitting on her porch like a crazy stalker. "Oh my God Crescent. That is the last time you ask me to do something like that. What are you even doing here?" Della glares. I shoot up to meet her gaze. My heart warms when I set my eyes on her despite her glare. "I brought wine." That is the excuse I come up with. "Are you kidding me? What are we celebrating for?" she asks.

I shifted in my heels, feeling discomfort under the unfamiliar man's slimy scrutiny. He didn't bother to hide the dark lust that simmered and consumed the greens in his orbs. "This is Ellie," Lorenzo said, his hand moving to rest on my hip in a gesture that was unmistakably possessive. "Elijah's sister. She's also a member of the Black Rose now." Something shifted in Vincent's expression. His eyes became hungrier, more calculating, as they traveled slowly down my body and back up. I felt like livestock being appraised at auction.

Instead, her hands stayed on her face, caressing and nibbing. ‘How did she get to this? She remembered insulting the man in white at the burial ceremony of her best friend. His beauty hypnotized her at first. His prominent cheekbones and chiseled jaw had trapped her eyes in them. His silver glistening eyes devoured her own eyes, making it hard to look away.’

However, it was clear from the look in Rose's eye that she was looking forward to more than just Dylan's response. Because Rose and Dylan's wine glasses already contained alcohol, only Miren's glass needed to be filled with new wine. The ruby liquid that exuded an enticing aroma was then poured into the glass until it was completely full. Rose played with her wine glass as she attempted to bring it closer to her nose so that she could smell it. Her facial muscles naturally relaxed, and the corners of her lips drew a beautiful curve as she did so. Rose has demonstrated that she possesses a natural charm thanks to the fact that others are completely drawn in by her elegant figure.

She jerked awake before dawn, gasping. Tomorrow was gala day. *** By six p.m. the mansion pulsed with silk gowns and whispered conspiracies. Crystal chandeliers turned champagne into molten gold. Inés floated among guests, tray balanced, smile welded in place. Alonso worked the room like a favorite son. Alejandro lingered at the edges, predator-still. Thiago? Absent so far. Halfway through the event, Alejandro’s gaze snagged hers across the ballroom. Steel met flint. He inclined his head toward a side corridor, summoning.

Maybe it was respect. Still, he muttered under his breath, “If he praises me again tomorrow, I’m calling a priest.” --- Back in his mansion, Alex closed the laptop and set it aside. He reached for the wine glass as he took a slow sip, eyes narrowing in thought. Rose Gray. Owner of Glassrose. A woman who hid far more than she let the world see. His lips curved faintly, the kind of smile that promised both danger and inevitability. The game between them had only just begun.

she grinned, too happy to see everything was ready. Later, she took two wine glasses. Since she didn’t know whether Gabriel had wine, Rosalind put the empty glasses on the dining table. If Gabriel didn’t store any wine at his apartment, she would serve orange or apple juice. She only needed to wait for him to arrive home.

“Why are you not drinking.” “I am not in the mood.” “As you wish, more for me.” Iris grabbed the gl*ss which was sitting in front of Rosalyn. “No more.” Rosalyn took the gl*ss from Iris. She has been drinking for quite a while. “No, let me” She tried to take the gl*ss from Rosalyn but her movement was wobbly and the gl*ss was smashed on the ground. “OPS” Iris said drunk. Peter came towards them.

He held it up to the light, the delicate pen pressed between his fingers - light yet exquisite. "I like it", he turned, staring at the bouquet of blue roses, his gaze complicated. Dylan scratched his head, an awkward laugh escaping his lips. "That... the flower shop i contacted had ran out of chamomiles and only had those". Matthew inhaled, nodding slowly with a low hum. "Thanks" "It was nothing actually, just something that i had to do...out of courtesy", Dylan smiled, waving his hands lightly. They stared at each other silently for a while, neither having a word to say. After a moment, Dylan cleared his throat, his hands running through his thick, strands of hair.