Rosaline Romeo Novels & Stories

“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.

The room tilted, and yet I stayed rooted—watching my own happiness collapse. “C-Celine—” Adrian stammered, shoving Marielle off as though it made a difference. “How long?” My voice was a whisper, fragile and sharp all at once. “Wait, let me explain,” he begged, his hand reaching toward me. Marielle smirked faintly, her dress slipping from her shoulder. “Maybe you shouldn’t marry a man you can’t keep, sister.” The words sliced deeper than any blade. I laughed—a broken, bitter sound. “Explain? No. You already have.” My trembling fingers tugged off the engagement ring. The diamond that once blinded me now mocked me

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 “

“This is my fiancée, Rosaline. In fact, we were planning on going public tonight.” What the hell?!!

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.

But they still haven’t informed Rosaline about it. Rosaline was now working as a designing engineer in Tim Corporation in Paris. It was a company which produces luxurious and ravishing models of commercial cars. It was the second largest car manfacturing company of Europe. Her boss was highly impressed by her skills and talents. Rosaline was a very intelligent and hardworking girl. She always craved for working in an automobile sector so when she got recruited here, she worked with all her might and her skills were highly commendable as she nailed every design.

Sean said before he made a rose appear seemingly from thin air, “A beautiful rose for the even more beautiful Claudia.” At those words Claudia’s expression darkened and she stood up causing her black gown to swirl around her matching the stormy look in her eyes. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” he said while wondering why Claudia wasn’t teasing him about being corny like she normally would. At that Claudia looked at him and took the rose from his hand but said as she pricked her finger with a thorn, “Yes, a rose is beautiful, but it is dangerous due to its thorns. Like the rose, I may be beautiful, but I am a predator of the night. A monster wrapped in a pretty skin.” As she finish

I'm talking a field of flowers, wearing a floral dress or something cute along those lines, perfect hair and perfect make up. I didn't think it would be with me wearing a shirt of his that I had changed into just a few hours ago; sweaty, tired, hungry, barefoot and lacking any sorts of undergarments. "No need to pretend when it comes to me, Romeo..." his lips were a breath away as my eyes went back to his yellow ones that smiled at me. "God, I love you," he let out in a passionate whisper before his lips pressed against mine in a slow and sensual kiss.