Rosaline Romeo Novels & Stories

I ask as I bite my lip and caress the rose. "Well one of us has to be more romantic to cover up for other person." Rudra says teasingly. "Hey! I am romantic too or did you forgot about your birthday?" I say as I try to get out of his arms. "Okay. Okay. My fault. It is your birthday. So it is your day. I will do whatever shall you ask of me, my princess." Rudra says as he steps back and bows down to me. "Really? Anything?" I ask as I smile evilly at him.

But his bud of love hadn’t bloomed yet how could he disheartenedly nip it. Wandering in this quandary situation, Wilson’s footstep unknowingly stopped in front of Rosalind’s door. [His room is just side by side with that of Rose.] Her scent was faint there. When he entered the room and didn’t see her, but with her scent still lingering in the air, he restrained himself from going on the rampage. He followed her scent to see her leaning the balcony, his maya was admiring the hiding moon goddess. The cold wind blew through her making her rub her both arms but not cold enough to wake her from her daze.

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly. His gaze was full of her. He smiled and pointed to the flowerpot she had just placed nearby. Half teasing, he said, “Then Cecilia is a red rose. Delicate and thorny. Only I can afford to take care of you.” Cecilia turned and looked at the roses Lucas had placed in the room that morning. And tears streamed silently down her face.

Summers looked intrigued to learn about Rosaline’s secret. “Alright, tell me. If you say nonsense, don’t blame me when I go back on our promise.” Jane nodded. “One time, Rosaline cried until her eyes were red. She told me you weren’t happy with her because she wasn’t a boy. You thought that she was humiliating you. You had a child out of wedlock. However, that child was run over by a car. She cried for a very long time. She said that even if you didn’t like her, the child who got run over was her brother, but you didn’t even let her see her brother for the last time. She was very sad about this.”

"You room? I thought you wouldn't want to have anything to do with him any longer. Why your room?" "Anything?" She stared at her father unbelievably. "Dad, I love Lucian. And this stuff which just happened, I am not sure I am still ready to let go of him yet. He is mine, and I am not really gonna let him go just like that." "Lucian is not yours." Roseline said again, trying to stand up on her feet. "He is my mate, stop calling him yours." Rosemary scoffed. "Then watch your mate become mine. All mine."

Rosalie knew her sister manipulated not only Roman but her parents into believing this marriage was the best for everyone, while it benefitted no one but Elena. For the first month of their marriage, Rosalie and Roman had been avoiding one another. They were practically roommates and not a married couple. Until Selena came into their lives and Rosalie began to play the role as a doting wife and keeping her husband’s mistress in her place where she belonged. Something about Rosalie called to Roman, something about how she tortured Selena resonated with something deep within him. “Want to talk about what happened last night wife?” Roman asks in a low voice, trying to keep the lust out of his v

Our bodies spoke what words couldn't. She immediately yanks me further into her, my head dipping low. When her lips crash against mine, I long to access her mouth straight away. I let out a low groan, and I sigh against her lips, my muscles relaxing. "I haven't stopped thinking about you, about this." Rosa murmurs down my ear, biting the skin and gently tugging it. I close my eyes and enjoy the moment, enjoy her, but I thought she was referring to another person. ***** ROSA'S POV *****

She peeked at him through the curtain of her lashes. "I told you that this topic is over, isn't it? I think I made myself clear that neither you are going there nor you are ever, EVER going to take his name from your pretty mouth.", he snarled making Rosaline jump in fright. She quickly placed her both hands on his left wrist which was holding her chin and shot him a pleading look.

More and more, feel the burning heat in Romeo's body. How can it smell like this? Romeo was restrained. It couldn't be because of Rena's hair that he became very wild. He could smell the wisteria flower from afar; a delicate fragrance signaled spring. In the past, he had a strange time when he smelled the scent that emanated from Rena's body. He had never smelled such a scent before.