Rosaline Romeo Novels & Stories

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

Not even close. A slow, hazy smile curls my lips. “You’re so red,” he remarks, chuckling. “I think a dance would be better than another drink, Ms…?” “Rosalina,” I murmur, my voice distant, lost in the haze. I don’t glance up. I don’t need to. But I feel him. Leonardo. His presence coils around me, dark and suffocating, like a silent storm ready to strike. He’s watching. He hasn’t looked away.

Rose tried to push him away and put some space between them but Sean misunderstood and thought she wanted to go to the bed… as he swung around and dropped them to her bed, she rolled away as fast as she could. Sean sat looking at her like a crazed banshee had just leapt off the bed, “I’m sorry if I was too forward Rose, I thought you had made up your mind about wanting me with the way you greeted me this morning.” Sean sighed as he ran his one hand through his ruddy locks as he leaned on the bedding. “Maybe we should take things slowly” he continued. Rose had a doe eyed startled look on her face because she had no idea what was going to happen. This made Sean realize that she hasn’t had any

If anyone saw her now, they wouldn’t even recognize that face as mine. She pouted, twisted her lips, and smiled at her reflection like she was admiring a piece of art. Then she reached for my perfume.. fuck! my favorite one and sprayed it over herself again and again, until the room smelled like roses and smoke. “Blaire, whatever your name is,” I shouted in her head. “Stop using my perfume like you own it!” She rolled her eyes, smirking. “Shut up, Rose,” she said flatly. “Before I shut that mouth of yours forever, dumbass.”

Roseline was beside Ariel and Juliet sat– grudgingly– beside Roseline. I was yet to understand her aversion towards Roseline but then, one could never know with Juliet. Asher sat on the opposite side of Ariel and once in a while, I caught them exchanging words with their eyes. Juliet seemed to catch the exchange too because she kept on frowning at Asher.

said Roxanne as she placed a strawberry sheet mask on her face " If you called Alice , she might dress you up in an oversize tee with a shorts and call you the most beautiful woman - and believe me that will be truly unacceptable at your reception as the Luna for the first time " Rosalie hummed in agreement as Roxanne stood behind her appyling hair mask on her silver locks .Now , that she looked carefully , Roxanne was indeed quite beautiful , infact she was so beautiful that Rosalie felt that she was quite inferior to Roxanne in comparison . Not only her face value was incredible even her figure was quite enticing , if Rosalie was into woman maybe she might end up liking Roxanne too .

I huff quietly and do my best to ignore his leering eyes as he pushes the dazed woman away from him and licks the remaining blood from his lips. “Rosalyn is it? Don’t be shy and come stand beside your master,” Matthias says to me as he places his glass on a brown coaster on the coffee table. The way he calls Paul my master makes my skin prickle. Paul fists his hands but looks to me and nods for me to come stand beside him. My legs feel shaky as I step closer, keeping my head to the floor and hoping we won’t be here long. “Lift your head and look at me, Rosalyn. It’s rude not to look at someone when they speak to you,” Matthias demands calmly and I don’t like where this is going.

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.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

I once thought I'd marry him, I loved him, I still do, but I am not in love with him, and he is forever bound to Belle Valentino. I am sitting upright on my bed, staring at his name as it flashes through my screen, repeatedly. Relectantly, I pick it up. "Baby." He says, and I grin, immediately switching it to face time. "Marcello." I laugh. Damain Marcello Mikealson is a very handsome italian man, perfect but weighed by past love and trauma. One of the things we all share is Trauma. "Clementine," He grins childishly. "How is London?"