Rosaline Romeo Novels & Stories

Where a scene was playing on it. Where I saw at first Ziven was so nice to Rosaline and how happy they were with each other. But it was all his drama while behind her back he used to go to his lover. After sometime Rosaline got pregnant but Trinity mixed some medicine into her food which led her to have a miscarriage. The poison was so lethal that it damaged her uterus. The doctor strongly suggested that she not get pregnant in the future because it will risk her life.

The air seemed to freeze. Uncle Wesley suddenly lowered his head, his gaze locking onto the gemstone necklace. He'd personally sketched the design and had it custom-made as a gift for Mom's 20th birthday. He slowly lifted his head. This time, he really looked at me. His eyes moved from the loose strands of hair on my face, down to my lips, pressed tightly from the pain. Finally, he looked straight into my eyes. His voice carried an obvious tremor when he spoke. "…Rosaline?"

They seemed to express that I didn't want him anymore. Facing 50 acres of land, Jeffrey finally realized that I, like these departed roses, would not return. The roses had been given to another woman by him casually, and its owner would not return because of himself. I would no longer plant flowers for him. He would never see me holding roses and asking him, "The roses are ripe. When are we going to get married?" He realized that roses had feelings too. I was willing to be trapped in a greenhouse by him because of my love for him.

The first time she saw Mariana, she had always thought she was a pitiful girl. Quiet and silent, mute and deaf. It must have been hard. And yet when she had looked at her with pity in her eyes, the girl all but glared at her. And Eleanor realized, despite her deficiencies, she was more competition than the rest of the girls for the role of Luna. There was much anger in the eyes of Mariana that Eleanor tried her best to act nonchalant whenever she notices that the girl would smile or smirk whenever one of the other consorts would be reprimanded by Lady Vita.

I watch her smirk again, as she quickly grabs my shirt, pulling me down and kissing me. As she made contact, all I heard was a gasp. Shoving her away from me. I looked up and there was Roseline, tears running down her face, her hand clutching her shirt over her heart. From the pain of somebody else kissing me. She turns and runs. "Rose. Wait!" I yell. Taking off after her. Mackenzie laughed. **** Rosaline's POV

[Kaden] I was looking through the area when I see Rose, Rose with Aiden Miller, They were talking. I walked towards them without any second thought, I couldn't stand watching her talk with him. I see his eyes lift from hers to mine and I go stand right behind her. Her back press lightly against my chest and she suddenly went stiff. "Back in the city so soon Aiden?" He smiled, "Rose, Carrie is looking for you" she nodded walking to the back room. I stare at him, my jaw clenched.

Is it a coincident? ''With their warm, vibrant tones, orange roses symbolise enthusiasm and desire. If someone is looking for a way to express admiration and attraction—with an underlying message of passion and excitement, they'll send you a bouquet filled with these fiery blooms.'' She breathes out, smiling as she eyes each of the orange roses, ''I haven't seen him for quite some time, I'm not so sure if his interest has changed.'' ''I'm pretty sure they remain the same,'' I reply. She turns to me, ''It's beautiful how your name is Rose. Have you met my son, Elia?''

“All these years, you have become fat and lazy. Now, you don’t want to fuck and want to enjoy it lying down. What do you take me for, huh? One of your prostitutes?” Rose snapped, though already getting on top of him. “You are my bitch, my Rose with thorns. Don’t forget who plucked that cherry! Besides, let's not pretend you don’t like being on top,” Romeo leered with a wink. “I would not talk so much if I were you,” Rose said as she slid him inside swiftly and moaned aloud, “You are at my mercy.” With that, she rotated her hips, making Romeo curse out loud. Then they were back at it again, giving a bashful experience to the audience right outside their room.

Right there, in public. "The reason for your grim mood," Rosaline began. "I heard what happened in the pack square today. She wasn't just with Damien. She was... intimate with him. You know that kind of intimacy between two people who love each other," Rosaline said carefully. "I don't care anymore Rosaline," I blurted. "I gave her my blessings. And I don't wish to talk about it or her henceforth." "After what you did at the pack square?" She asked.

Roselle trailed off, rendered speechless by her own words and silenced by the look in his eyes. Romeo bent closer, his lips near her ear as his gaze locked onto hers through the mirror. "Yes, you'd be the greatest temptation to me… but it's not your flesh, Roselle… it's simply you …" his whisper trailed off, evoking tiny shivers that started at her neck and travelled down her back, leaving pleasurable tingles.