Rosie And Elena Novels & Stories

Rose screamed as the fireball exploded in size, burning too bright, and the light blinding to look at. “Elena, get back!” Grayson shouted, pulling her behind him. Damien opened fire, bullets bouncing uselessly off Monroe’s shield of light. Rosa burst out of the shadows, blades flashing as she carved through Monroe’s remaining soldiers. “Go!” she yelled. “I’ll clear the way!” But Elena ignored them all. She broke free of Grayson’s grip, stumbling forward with her arms wide. “If you have to burn me, then burn me, Rose,” she whispered, tears streaming. “I’d rather die in your hands–in your fire than let you die in his chains.”

*** After the next five minutes, Elena was sitting dejectedly in a Spanish restaurant with Rosa sitting across her, glowing in her makeup and exotic blue dress. "What you ordering, girl?" Rosa asked, patting her purse. "And bills on me, remember." Elena was blank. "Anything you want." "Then we're doing seafood, baby. All of them." She was grinning from ear to ear, trying to make Elena smile too. She called on the waiter and began to speak to him in Spanish or something. Elena looked away with amused disinterest. Outside the glass doors, she saw a Rolls-Royce slowly drive by, and she recalled it was Liam's favourite car. How would it feel if he just walked in now and —

“Rosa saved us, but the mole’s still out there—leaking our moves.” Kai’s jaw clenched, his wound slowing him, his voice raw. “Elena’s targeting my bloodline. We hunt her.” Gianna’s eyes blazed, her voice fierce, commanding La Rosa Nera. “We find her, end this war.” Valentina nodded, her voice steady despite her bruises. “Rosa’s data points to Elena’s safe houses—Europe, Asia.” Their shared glance was heavy with Rosa’s sacrifice, Elena’s threat, their eternal love. Kai pulled Gianna close, his voice trembling. “You’re my anchor, Moretti.”

Gianna squealed and ran toward her, hugging and jumping like we were in some chick flick Elena forced me to watch. “I’m so glad you’re here,” Gianna gushed, then turned toward the room, smiling widely. “Everyone, this is Rosa! She and I do EVERYTHING together,” she sent me a wink when she said the words. Elena’s voice echoed in my head: I just threw up in my mouth a little. Rosa grinned. “Life’s just more fun when you share everything.” “Interesting,” Enzo muttered. I looked at him and shook my head. He held up his hands, lip twitching.

“Cosmetics Catastrophe: Influencers Share Graphic Reactions to Chloe’s New Products” “Has Chloe Lancaster Lost Her Touch… and Her Mind?” A slow smirk curved my lips. “Interesting,” I murmured. “Very interesting.” I didn’t need a damn psychic to tell me who was behind this chaos. Rosalie. She was subtle, sharp, and cruel in the most delicate way. Like velvet laced with poison. And I fucking adored it. I glanced up, still half-grinning, about to make a smug comment to Sebastian when I caught the way his brows furrowed at his phone. His jaw locked, his eyes flickered up to mine—and the smile slid off my face.

“Well we didn't want to disturb you and your wife so we thought it'd be better to just leave you two alone and make our way out ourselves” “Have you had breakfast at least?” I asked. “Ah yes, Rosa made us some toast. It was nice spending time here. Say bye to Elena for me, okay?” My mum said as a guard came to help her with her bag. Mrs Valeria waved her slender hand. “Bye, Don Luca. Till whenever we meet again” I nodded at the both of them, trailing out after them to see them off as I got them a driver to drive them back to their mansion then I walked back into my house

Rose As soon as I wake up in the morning, I head out to get some fresh air and instead of finding myself going to spend time alone, I see Elis standing near the porch as he busies himself by watching the morning sky. From behind, I would've mistaken him as Elia. ''Good morning,'' I say and he immediately turn to look at me. ''Buon giorno,'' He replies.

Eliana’s lips twitched into a flat smirk. “I did what I did,” she said slowly, “but tell me, Rosy, who exactly are you supporting here? George or your best friend?” “George and Thalia are both my best friends,” Rosy retorted fiercely. Eliana chuckled mockingly. “Oh, really? Because the last time I checked, you had a one-night stand with George before he married Thalia and you almost did again after the wedding. You call him your best friend, yet you get jealous when you see him with his wife. Let’s be honest, Rosy, you still love him more than anyone.”

A life together with our children playing around us. "She knows how to work you." Elena giggled, looking between the two us. "She is perfect and gets anything she wants, right Rosie?" I said, flicking my finger under her chin. "Yup! And I would like to have some tea with the Queen. Elena would you please, plleeassee!" My little sister gave Elena her big eyes, fluttering her long black eyelashes. "Well how can I say no to that." She said, giving Rosie a little squeeze.

Ari berated her. “I wanted out.” she said, her voice surprisingly steady and calm. When her insides were screaming at her. “You’re married to the man who’s looking for Nightshade Rosie. You could have gotten yourself killed. If Roman ever finds out you’re who he’s hunting God knows what he’ll do. You need to get the fuck out of her and be home before he gets home…” he warns her. Rosalie stands. “Elena set everything up. She used my identity to have Roman marry me. She manipulated me into believing Roman was some villain who would kill me if I so much as sneezed in his direction. She…” Ari cuts her off.