Rosalyn Vogart の小説・ストーリー

She slid it over her body and asked anxiously, “I-is there rose oil in the water?” The woman nodded, “Yes, is, there s-something wrong?” Violet eyes suddenly began to tear up and her nose suddenly began to feel stuffy. “Please..” Violet eyes puffed up and she struggled to keep her breathing normal, “Refill the bathtub with cold water and don't put anything in it.” As though realizing something, the woman asked, “Are you allergic to rose oil?” Violet didn't have the time to say yes, her body started itching so badly that she dropped her towel and started running her finger tips all over her skin.

She looks up to me with those hazel-colored doe eyes, our eyes locked onto each other. “Mate.” We said at the same time. “Mine.” Bronx, my wolf coming forth growling. “Jackson, she’s helping me with business only. She’s from a neighboring pack, a florist since we don’t have one here, and it’s a big job to bring on pack territory. Alpha Wyatt makes known; he knows how us wolve are with our mates. He understands, I’m not picking a fight; I’m letting it be known she’s only mine. Alpha Wyatt gets up and pats me on the shoulder congratulating us and gives us a nod. She speaks up with her fragile voice that sounds like a melody to me.

David growled. I sighed. Too much testosterone. “Logan couldn’t have sent a female to guard,” I grumbled. Mikali chuckled. “Our apologies, Luna,” he bowed, elbowing David. “David here was selected for his badge and the gift his wolf has. Though I suppose he could have sent his cousin Kathy. She has the same gift,” Mikali shrugged. “Kathy’s been acting weird lately. Secretive. He wouldn’t pick her. And he certainly wouldn’t pick any unmated females,” David sighed. “Why wouldn’t he want to pick an unmated female?” I frowned.

I glance towards the crowd, my eyes looking for Elis but I don't see any sign of him except for Elliot and Fiore. Elliot and Fiore continues to smile at me. ''Do you, Rosalyn, pledge to share your life openly with one another, and to speak the truth in love? Do you promise to honor and tenderly care for one another, cherish and encourage each other, stand together, through sorrows and joys, hardships and triumphs for all the days of your life?'' The priest turns to look at me while I continue to look at the crowd; causing some of them to whisper.

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

The ballroom went silent. The city elite paused their conversations and lowered their crystal glasses. Rosaline did not wear the excessive diamonds or heavy makeup favored by the other Whitaker women. She wore nothing but quiet confidence. She radiated a sharp and untouchable elegance. Victor Hargrove stood near an ice sculpture at the bottom of the stairs. The young and ruthless CEO of Ironcrest Holdings paused with a champagne flute in his hand. His sharp eyes tracked her descent. He did not look away. Graham wasted no time once they reached the floor.

"My God, who is this judge? She only gave 50 points?" "She is Rosa, a very influential person in the fashion industry. In the early days, she was a model and took a back seat when she was the hottest. Now she is not only a well-known blogger but also a publisher and a clothing retailer. The most authoritative fashion magazine "Style" has its own column, and her name is familiar in the fashion circle, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a fashion Vine."

Seeing that Rosalyn was about to walk to the side of the road herself, Gwen immediately frowned and stormed forward to grab her arm. "Mrs. Landry, you still haven't fully recovered yet, so you'd better not…" Rosalyn had been in a coma for more than a year, and as soon as she woke up, she rushed over to Merchant City to help Christopher formulate a drug that could help him stabilize his mental state. Therefore, she was already exhausted beyond measure.

Master Rockwell turned as pale as a sheet of paper while he shifted his attention back on forth between the expressions of Odell, Sylvia, and Isabel. His lips seemed to quiver like he had something to say, but no words were produced from him. Clarice had turned so white that it looked like she was going to faint. Her eyes were wide with disbelief. How could this be? Isabel Ross, the third-rate actor who should never deserve a place in the spotlight was the daughter of the chairman of the Carters of Westchester?!