Rosaline Glass Novels & Stories

If only he could fly himself he would have been there by now. A beauty’s reflection caught his eye from the window he was sitting beside. There on a plane across from them, Rosaline was getting seated. She was in the window seat halfway down the plane that was much smaller than the one he was on. But that women intrigued him in more ways than one. He was confused at how she shuttered as a man sat beside her.

With us being the meat of the evening, I would’ve given anything to not be alone. He walked across the room to the blonde sitting all alone in one corner of the room. I immediately recognised her. Anybody would. Rosaline Guerra was known for being the beauty of Cosa Nostra, with golden hair, fair skin, sharp features and height. Rosaline had something off about her. I’d seen her in other parties before, but she had never looked this . . . upset. I used to envy her for the freedom she had that none of us did. But even that freedom had ended, since everyone expected her to say yes to marrying Terenzio De Vitto. Maybe that was the reason behind her sadness.

His piercing gaze flicked toward me briefly, one brow raised in challenge. “I don’t intend to hurt anyone,” I said, my tone firm and resolute. “I’m just… forced to do things.” Damon’s jaw tightened as he absorbed my words, but his next sentence sliced through the air like a blade. “I’ve been watching a woman named Rosaline,” he said, his tone measured, calculated. “You know her. You were in the same orphanage.” The mention of Rosaline sent a jolt through me, but I kept my face impassive. “So, I’m shady because I know Rosaline?”

“It’s already past thirty minutes! Everyone’s seated in the west wing garden. Duke is worried. And… well… everyone else is getting nervous. It really isn’t the time to get cold feet-” Suddenly, the door burst open, and Rose stepped out. Lisa’s sentence died on her tongue. Her eyes widened, truly widened, horror flickering openly as she stared. Rose wore a pair of tinted glasses. Dark, round, reflective, blocking her eyes completely. A shield from the world. A shield from their minds. A shield from Lisa. She stepped out without a single word. “R-Rosie?” Lisa stammered, scrambling after her. “What… what is that? A new fashion statement?”

The once sluggish and dry flowers suddenly blossomed into beautiful flowers and became even more beautiful as they grew together. That's why when Allen passed by their yard, he was surprised to see the blooming plants there. He could hardly remember where he buried the girl's ashes, even though they looked the same and were arranged differently. He was so angry that he hit the back of his head with his own hands and kicked the burn in front of him hard. There happened to be a housekeeper there who stumbled into the yard to clean. He called her and brought her closer to him. He asked what happened to the plants there and suddenly their arrangements changed. The assistant also answered him imm

“Isn’t that--” “Yeah. We’re not sure.” he was quick to respond to Oswald who noticed too. “Jin, get a better look closer. She hasn’t seen your face yet.” “Why me?” Jin complained before frowning, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets before casually walking around until he was close enough that he could see Rojean’s face clearly and check out Lucas’ appearance before going back to Theo and Oswald. Lucas and Rojean were getting chocolates and Theo couldn’t help but think for a moment how Sei liked her chocolates as well. It was Sei, he thought but he still wasn’t so sure. He had no direction here to follow.

That dress was his gift to me on my eighteenth birthday. The moment she saw him, she immediately copied my tone, her voice soft and sweet. "Sean, look. Do I look good in this dress?" Sean stood at the doorway, staring at the scene in front of him. Rage surged through him.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

Without thinking, my hand gripped my tall glass of dark grape juice. "You crazy bitch!" I snapped. With a violent swing of my arm, I threw the entire glass straight across the table. 'Splash.' The thick, dark red liquid splattered violently across the front of Seraphina’s pristine designer blouse. The glass clattered heavily against the silver bowls, shattering into pieces. The main doors immediately flew open as Martinez stepped back inside, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. In an instant, Seraphina’s face transformed. She let out a soft, horrified gasp, her hands flying to her chest. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes, making her look completely defenseless, shocked, and innoce

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