Rosaline Romeo Novels & Stories

Alexia said confiding in Rosaline. “I believe you should squash those thoughts. I feel that girl is something but can’t still put my fingers on it,” Rosaline said, her eyes lighting up as she remembered Anastasia’s fight with Princess the other day. “What do you mean?” Alexa asked curious now as she turned to look at Rosaline. “Well, the day she had a duel with Princess we could all see she was getting beaten up but……., that necklace, I believe there is something there,” Rosaline said her face giving off an expression of someone in deep thought.

“Why did you come running back?” Adrian leans close to her ear. “I’ve been your good boy often enough.” Heat rushes into her cheeks. “Adrian!” “Remember now?” “I have no idea what you mean.” Her uneven breathing betrays her. He studies her flushed face, then slowly lowers himself in front of her. Rosalie’s heart jolts. “Adrian, what are you—” He catches her hand and kisses her palm. “You said you couldn’t remember.” His mouth moves lower, disappearing beneath the hem of her dress. Rosalie draws in a sharp breath and braces one hand against the door.

Her soft eyes blinked at me, the thick eyelashes casting a soft glow on her face. I tried to shake my head clear of those thoughts and tried to focus on our breaths mingling together; the scene unfolding in front of me was so damn distracting. My jaw slacked open slightly in shock because no, this wasn't supposed to happen again. Her sweet, enchanting smell of slick hit my nostrils, the exposed thigh pressed against the side of my leg. It was challenging for me to tear my eyes off how sultry and sexy Rose appeared under me in that silky robe, hair loose and falling over her shoulder, skin flushed, and mouth parted.

She can't blame me, we’re nearing dangerous territory with this conversation. “A lot….. a whole lot.” “Maybe you need a new approach.” I scoffed. “Yeah, maybe.” “If it isn’t the man of the year,” Damien said as he waltzed in. Rose immediately stepped away from my embrace, and I’m wondering why Yvonne didn’t inform me before letting him in. “Hello Rosaline,” he greeted her with a hug. “I didn’t get to properly congratulate you last time.” “Thank you,” she said, all smiles.

he agreed, pressing a soft kiss into my dark hair. --- **CHRISTOPHER P.O.V** The smell of her lemon soap filled my head, making the dirty memories of the Rome warehouse fade away completely. I lay back on the pillows, pulling Rosalina down with me. She rested her head on my chest, her small hand lying flat over my ribs. "You need to sleep," she whispered, her brown eyes looking up at me in the dim afternoon light. "I will sleep if you stay right here," I said, my voice rough with exhaustion.

“And where the hell is Rosalind? What have you done with her?” “I’ve not done anything with her, not yet.” He smiled and readjusted on the throne, as though he was adding salt to my wound. “You will be there when I do something with her, you will be there to watch me claim snd consummate with her, you will watch me mark what belongs to me!” “Rosalind isn’t a thing that you can use for your evil deeds, she isn’t to be owned by you, you are just making her a pawn in your dirty game!” I snarled.

Our cab had already arrived, so we got in and headed straight for Reno’s Boutique — one of the biggest in New York. I’d only heard about the place from Marielle, but stepping inside was something else entirely. The glass walls gleamed, the scent of expensive perfume filled the air, and designer dresses shimmered under the warm lights. I ran my fingers across one of them, smiling a little for the first time in days. Tessa and I started browsing through the racks. When we reached the trousers section, I picked a few to try on — and that was when I saw her. Marielle. She was clinging to Adrian’s arm like her life depended on it, laughing too loudly, too sweetly. The moment her eyes met mine, he

I trailed off, a thought popping into my mind “Is that what all these is about?” “All what?” Rosaline asked in an indignant tone “You are just faking this hatred and anger to hide the fact that you are actually my fan girl. Are you stalking me, Rosaline Pierce? Because as much as that sounds cute, I am not really into clingy girls!” A shit eating grin appeared on my face as her face turned red like she was going to combust any moment from now “Oh my!!!” Rosaline screamed, unable to form any coherent statement “Fuck you Blake Del Monté “

My heart was beating so fast I was sure they could hear it over the low thrum of music. "Gentlemen," Lorenzo began, his voice carrying that smooth authority that made people listen whether they wanted to or not. "I'd like you to meet Ellie Knight." He paused, and I felt his eyes on me even though I was staring at my hands folded in my lap. "She's officially a Black Rose now, under our protection." The words settled over the table like a heavy blanket. I didn't know what being a Black Rose meant, but from the way the three strangers straightened in their seats, it was clearly something significant. Something that changed how they looked at me.

The note was addressed to me. Rosemary, About three decades ago, Andromeda discovered that Cephalus, our brother, had fallen in love with a wolf named Lillian. She belonged to the Crimson Rose pack and was destined to marry their Alpha. Andromeda used this to her advantage, as she needed a hybrid for her plans. To achieve her twisted goals, she killed Astraea, our youngest and Cephalus’s most beloved sister, and took her place using a powerful glamour spell. Cephalus trusted Astraea more than anyone, so he didn’t see through the deception. Andromeda manipulated Cephalus’s mind, twisting his thoughts and controlling his actions. Under her influence, he kidnapped Lillian. Your mother.