Romans & histoires Rosie And Elena

Her voice was soft, but the way she looked at me was… bold, almost hungry. I ignored her and kept drinking. “You don’t need to ignore me,” she said. “I just want to be friends, anyways I’m Elena and you?” I rolled my eyes and turned my head away. “I’m Elena,” she repeated, this time a little firmer. “There’s nothing wrong with telling me your name, you don’t need to be rude pretty.” “Fine,” I said. “I’m Blaire. Happy now? What do you want?” “You can help me in so many ways,” she said with this slow, confident smile as she sat across from me. “I was watching you earlier…Girl, you’re beautiful, the makeup, the outfit… everything.”

He pulled back and he was smiling, a small mean smile "Fix the lights Miss Rossi and the flowers if it is not perfect by tomorrow I will cancel your contract." He walked out leaving Elena feeling angry and ashamed she spent the four hours working on the party making sure everything was perfect. At midnight the room was empty. The city lights were shining through the glass. Elena sat on the edge of a fountain, her head in her hands. "I will not let him win, " she whispered, "I will not." Her phone started ringing. It was a news alert and she opened it. Her heart stopped. The headline said, "BLAST FROM THE PAST: IS THE 'VANE WEDDING' HEADED FOR A REPEAT?"

Rosie laughed as she moved Tamara's suitcases to the side of the room. Tamara walked back inside, flopping down on Rosie's bed. She propped herself up on her elbow, peering at Rosie intently. "So, you spent the past year working your cute little Parisian ass off for Medusa herself and now you've finally got your very own art opening." Rosie rolled her eyes playfully. She sat down on the couch, leaning back with a heavy sigh. "Eloise did work my butt off but it was worth it. She might be ice cold but she respects me and was very kind to help me grow my connections."

It’s him! “What have you brought here? Explain yourselves or die.” “Sir, we present you the Red Rose. The huntress you have wanted dead for many years. She came here today, in the guise of a prisoner, with the intention to kill you. We convinced her that we would work for her, knowing that it would allow us to bring her to you, unaware of the danger she would be in. She is at your mercy, to do with as you wish Sir. She also has another identity; this woman is the new Luna of the Blue Flame pack.”

Albert teased back. “Don’t worry about him. He is only jealous of Tessa. And maybe Jack.” Rosaline shrugged. William sat beside Rosaline when Aria and Isabella came in. “Done?” Isabella asked. “Yes.” Rosaline smiled. They all tacitly did not mention that they had gotten the certificates. Eliyana was clearly in a better mood and not overly verbose. It was better to keep things that way. Rosaline got a call from the staff who came to provide spa-at-home services.

Music playing softly in the background. “Finally,” Sofia said, opening the door wider. “You look like you’ve been fighting with the entire world.” Elena walked in, dropping her bag on the couch. “Feels like it.” Sofia raised a brow. “Work?” Elena hesitated. “…Something like that.” A few minutes later, they were both seated—wine in hand. Elena didn’t speak immediately. Sofia didn’t rush her. She never did. But the silence didn’t last long.

When she finally climbed down from the strong wave, she collapsed on his body. "Happy birthday, Amore mio!" Sergio smirked, licking up the juices from his fingers. Some minutes later, Enzo returned and Rosana went back to her seat. She couldn't believe what had just happened and kept looking around but no one seemed to have seen anything. Thank God, she muttered under her breath. "Where is Lucretia?" Rosana asked no one in particular. "I didn't see her," Enzo replied and sipped his wine. He could feel Sergio smirking and tried to avoid his gaze at all costs.

The Beast bow as Ella (Rosabella) curtsy, and the Beast goes away. Ella (Rosabella) looked around, and she picked a creamy white rose, a red rose, and a yellow rose. She knew that her stepsisters were in big-time trouble, and she stayed outside. Meanwhile, Luke stood in front of Ellie and Gemma as he glared right back at his stepdaughters. The Beast and the head of the household rushed into the room.

“They heard about Aurora and couldn’t stay away. Emma’s… well, she’s exactly how you’d imagine her, full of energy and questions.” Rose smiled faintly, her lips curving just enough to reveal the barest hint of amusement. “I’m looking forward to meeting them.” “They’re eager to meet you too,” I replied, brushing a strand of her red hair behind her ear, her hair shimming in the moonlight. “Though fair warning, Emma’s going to interrogate you like you’re on trial. Elliot’s quieter, but he misses nothing.” Rose chuckled softly, the sound delicate and light. “I think I can handle them.”

Bella teased with a cheerful tone, pushing herself up before making her way towards the table. "R-remove your mask." Elmo commands, staring at the mask that covered the bottom half of the woman's face. For someone who was tied up, the guy surely had the guts to order the woman around. "And why would I do that?" Bella asked, picking up a small dagger before walking back towards the tied-up man. "A little birdie told me you were with the Sicilian mafia." He froze. Bella traced the edge of her dagger, dragging her finger down the blade.