Novel & Cerita Rosaline Glass

He looked up with tears in his eyes. "While we were.... having sex. She did it without me knowing." I wanted to hit him. I really wanted to, but he was the future Alpha, and I know he could over power me with no problem. I heard Luna Samantha walk into the room. "Mason, Alex? What's going on?" She questioned with a sad look on her face. "Mom.." Mason answered. "Honey, I know you're upset because you weren't his mate, but the Moon Goddess works in mysterious ways." Luna said to me. My fists balled up immediately.

“It’s fine.” Her body congealed into a block. “There is enough.” Pearl swallowed, her head lifted slowly. Still kneeling, her hands hovered above the broken pieces “Another glass.” She stared at me for one suspended second before scrambling toward the table. Her hands shook so badly she nearly dropped the second glass while pouring from the bottle. Rosalia stood abruptly from her chair. “Okay, I genuinely don’t understand what’s happening right now,” she exclaimed, glancing between us. “But even if there was something in the wine, you can’t possibly know it was her.”

Rosalyn doubled back to grab a glass. She froze for a moment when she picked it up. There was already water inside, and it was warm too. No one else would've come into their bedroom, so that meant he'd prepared it for her. Her grip tightened slightly around the glass, and her gaze shifted to his face. His distinct facial features were a refreshing sight. He was really handsome. It was no wonder she lost her composure last night. Rosalyn took a sip and slowly traced the rim of the glass. "You've done so much for Laura. Isn't that proof enough?"

the girls said in unison, their voices accusing "No, I didn't..." the girl stammered, her face pale with fear. "Juice, girls?" Rosaline requested, stretching her hand for it. Lily pulled a strawberry drink out of her bag and handed it over to Rosaline. Eyeing the girl, Rosaline took the juice and poured it all over the girl's dress. Everyone watching started laughing, and the girl's face turned red with humiliation. "I did you a favor by the way. That dress didn't look nice on you," Rosaline mocked

Every flick of her tongue, every moan I let out only reminded me of what I didn’t have, which was Jace. The door burst open, and the devil herself walked in. “Lucian—” Rosaline stopped short, eyes widening at the sight before her. I didn’t move nor didn’t cover myself because there was no need to. I just turned my head toward her and said, voice steady, “Say whatever you came to say and get out.” The girl didn’t stop. If anything, she sucked harder, maybe to prove her worth and maybe get a tip.

Roseline said, pouring the wine from a ceramic teapot with a beautiful and elegant floral design. "Please." Roseline handed Olivia a glass of wine. Zayden took the glass and gulped it down. "Olivia isn't used to drinking wine; I'll take her place drinking this," Zayden said firmly, and it made Olivia feel belittled. "Ah, how can that be? I'm drinking this wine; after all, you're discussing business with Daddy. So let your lover accompany me to drink," Roseline said again, handing Olivia a glass filled with wine.

But they still haven’t informed Rosaline about it. Rosaline was now working as a designing engineer in Tim Corporation in Paris. It was a company which produces luxurious and ravishing models of commercial cars. It was the second largest car manfacturing company of Europe. Her boss was highly impressed by her skills and talents. Rosaline was a very intelligent and hardworking girl. She always craved for working in an automobile sector so when she got recruited here, she worked with all her might and her skills were highly commendable as she nailed every design.

I pressed the necklace to her chest where the skin was exposed above her shirt, praying to the Moon Goddess to help me, to show me what I needed to do. Rosalie was still covered in splotches of blood from where glass as sliced through her skin. "Blood… her blood, oh! Of course!" I was delirious. I had officially lost my mind as I ripped open her shirt to expose more of her chest and pulled a tiny piece of glass from the skin that covered her sternum.

Rosaline, by contrast, was softer in appearance—her pale blue dress embroidered delicately along the bodice, her gloved hands clasped before her. Hopeful. Expectant. “Perhaps you could honor me with a dance next time,” Rosaline said, her voice carefully composed, though I caught the slight tremor beneath it. I inclined my head.“Of course. The lie came easily. It always did.They seemed pleased enough with it. But as they departed—climbing into their carriage, their laughter light and practiced—I felt only a dull sense of detachment. What was the point? I would not marry her. Or any of them.

I'm sure it wasn't even funny. Alexei gently tugged her off him but she didn't seem to get the hint. "I'm about to show you the hint," I downed my drink and handed it to a waiter before storming my way to them. "Am I missing something?" I asked clearing my throat making them look at me. "Rosaline," he said my name as if he was relieved. I rolled my eyes and turned to the bitch with big breasts that I was sure were as fake as her nails and lashes.