Rosie And Elena Novels & Stories

Elena stirred her cappuccino and shot a glance at Angelo from the rim cup that she sipped. “His adventures not only with her, but Boss seemed got itchy while that bitch got involved in his business.” Angelo sipped his espresso. “He should’ve been in love with her so much…!” Elena smirked and wrapped her surroundings with some investigative observation. In the middle of their conversation, a blonde hot girl seemed to come out from a luxurious car. She walked to the table at the corner . ‘She wasn’t Iréne Belle.’ Angelo and Elena were peeking at the girl.

Rosie who stood behind the man was surprised that the man was requesting to see her and she knew that voice but she just could not place where she knew that voice from. "If you can not state the reason why you want to see her then you would not be allowed to see her"Tony replied as he moved closer to Sebastian like he wanted to fight. Rosie immediately interfered so as to avoid any clash between both men. "I am the lady who was with Edwardo yesterday,why do you want to see me if I may ask?"Rosie called out from behind them. "Oh...it is you"Sebastian replied as he turned to face her and just like Rosie had seen a ghost she ran back and just like that she collided with someone turning around t

STARTING FROM CHRIS HUNTER, RAYN STONE, AXEL LOCKWOOD AND THEN ROSALIYA STAVROS. ______________________________________ Rosaliya: I am Rosaliya, Rose for short with my hazel eyes and dark brown hair. I'm currently 22 year's old looking for a job ,I have completed my bussiness studies and lookin for a job. So coming back to the point my current situation is a total mess cause I shifted to new york last week. Now i have to arrange my house over the weekend even look for a job and my besties are nowhere to be seen .

She laughed and ripped the ring straight off my finger. "It's mine now. I'll melt it down later and make myself a new necklace, perfect to match my diamond bracelet." She deliberately lifted her wrist and shook it. "Elena, does this bracelet look familiar? I made it from the decorations I tore off your veil." I stared at her, my eyes burning red. The image of my veil being defiled filled me with murderous fury. Catching my expression in the rearview mirror, Lina clutched her chest in exaggerated fear.

she said, and Rosa stood up and left. “Now we had something,” Elena said, heaving a sigh. “And whoever Gloria was secretly dating… might know something we don’t.”

“She loved reading. I thought… maybe you’d like it.” Elena took it. Her fingers trembled just a little. “It’s beautiful.” She put it on. The pendant rested against her collarbone. “Thank you,” she said. Lucas smiled. “You’re welcome.” Weeks passed. Rosa left for Europe, some business trip, some family visit. She was gone for a long time. The house felt emptier without her voice. Alex barely came home. Elena and Lucas kept meeting. Sometimes at the park. Sometimes at her little room above the tailor’s shop.

Elisa says all this and every word of Elise rise Roose anger. "Can you please stop your gossiping? I just simply asked a question: have you seen Christian or not? And you explained to me his secret love life. What should I do with his girlfriend Miss Leyla? Listen to me, he is the king of your dreams. It doesn't mean every girl likes him." Roose said all this in her one breath, Elisa said that all these things finally brought out Roose 's anger. Don't know what Roose said at the same time that Roose herself probably did not know and Elisa was just looking at her with her weird eyesight that she doesn't know what happened to Roose, why is she so angry?

Elena winced as they hugged and planted noisy kisses on each other's cheeks. The woman drew back and let her eyes run over Elena. “Who’s this Bella ragazza?” Rosa sighed deeply. “The girl I told you about. The one mi figlio is intent on making his wife,” Elena almost scoffed. What an introduction! She gave the woman a small smile and extended her hand. “Good evening ma’am. I’m Elena Sanchez,” The woman looked at Elena’s hand with a weird look on her face. “Oh no. Is this the bride? Look at her nails! We have a lot of work to do,”

Her long, thick, curly lashes, small pointy nose, and thin, pink lips must probably be a killer for an elf like Finrod. “Ellaine? Do you hear me?” Caeruleus waved his hand in front of her face. “Ellaine?” “Yes? I’m sorry, what did you say?” She looked away at the two and focused with Finrod. “I smell something here.” Margarette sniffed the air at Ellaine’s direction, “Jealousy..?” She sniffed closer. “Ellaine? You smell jealous.” She smiled teasingly. Caeruleus laughed hard. “Margarette is a funny sort, isn’t she?”