Rosie Fanart Novels & Stories

_Six months later_ Rosie stared at her reflection in the mirror and did a little twirl, with a bright smile on her face. She was dressed in a bright red sleeveless midi-dress that hugged her figure, accentuating her hips and petite curves. Her dark hair was styled into waves, flowing down her shoulder and her makeup was done to the minimal in soft pastel shades that made her soft brown eyes pop. Black Saint Laurent sandal heels adorned her feet, with a black clutch and the sparkling diamond necklace and teardrop earrings she had on put the finishing touches to her elegant look.

‘Speaking of the devil’ ivy said smirking as Natasha rushed to them ‘You guys I’ve missed you’ Natasha squealed as she hugged both ivy and Chloe ‘We’ve missed you too’ Chloe said smiling as they disengaged from the hug. ‘Tasha why the hell did you dye your hair’ ivy asked in horror as she stared at Tasha’s pink hair ‘you do know it’s actually against the rules’. ‘I know besides the teachers can’t say anything since it’s just the first week of resumption’ Natasha replied flipping her hair stylishly ‘besides my new look resembles my favorite anime character’. ‘Uhmm can you b***hes keep shut, you don’t own this place ya know’ a girl says angrily, suddenly the whole place was quiet.

“See. These ones are cherry and chocolate and there’s even a marshmallow, caramel, and chocolate one.” Riley looked up at Rosie with big eyes. “Can we keep them, please?” He clasped his hands under his chin and gave her those big, pleading eyes that had become a puss-in-boots meme. Rosie laughed. “Okay,” she replied. “Come on in, Dianna.” “Oh, no, just take a couple of boxes—” “Nonsense,” Rosie said, swinging the door wider. “Come in and have a cuppa and we’ll share a tart.”

She sobs into my chest as Cece moves closer to us and nuzzles at my side as Jadara moves to her knees on my other side and hugs us all together. “We are family. Wherever she goes, we go. We would never let anything happen to her.” Rosa screams as a light bursts from her chest as I see the glowing white ball take shape. Gasps are heard and the fae fall to their knees. I look up and see her. Rosalie.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

(THIRD PERSON’S POV) Rosa had one slim paintbrush held hostage between her lips, a slimmer one tucked behind her ear, and a final one tapping at her chin as she stared at her canvas in thought. She was pondering what to add to her painting when she heard the sound of a car pulling into the front yard. Rosalie raced towards the window and jumped on the couch to gain a better view. She saw an unfamiliar white Porsche parked out front, then the door opened and Rory climbed out.

Skye on the other hand decided to wear pants and a mid-lengh shirt that covered her belly button and a pair of boots that were flats. She was doing her hair in a bun. She has black hair and out of this world brown eyes. I own the other hand that has brown hair that goes all the way to my back side, with deep green eyes. I decided to go with a nice red short dress, with my old leather jacket, and to top it off black boot. We all did our makeup I went with a smokey eye. Skye went with simple makeup. Tate went with heavy makeup. We all applied lip sticks, myself and Tate went red, Skye with a nude.

Rosie grins at him, “Ooh, you’ve got the sight then?” He nods, “It’s hard work to get it to focus, but yeah.” She nods, “Never had much luck with it myself, but old magic? That’s interesting, maybe it’d be visible to anyone if the conditions are right…” He shrugs, “No idea, but Celine took a picture and Chick sketched it.” Celine wanders over and shows Rosie the photo on her phone. Rosie gasps, putting a hand to her mouth, then looks at Greyson,

The irony hit hard. As we drove further in, we stopped in front of the second villa. I stepped out and gaped—it was the most beautiful one of all. Painted soft white and pastel pink, with tall glass windows gleaming under the afternoon sun. Inside, the living room took my breath away. Gold and blush accents framed the walls, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla—my favorite scent. What a coincidence, I thought. A woman, probably In her early fifties, appeared from what looked like the kitchen. She smiled gently and spoke quietly with the assistant. I barely listened, too overwhelmed to focus on their conversation.

He blinked, his curiousity piquing with every passing moment; what proposal could the fourth Young Master be planning? He watched as a huge crowd of people flocked towards a spot while he trailed behind them quietly. He stood behind a pillar, watching the entire scene unfold - he was quite lucky, he had a pretty, good viewing spot and he didn't have to bother about getting bumped into admist the crowd below. Dylan stood out amongst the crowd, his dark hair combed to perfection and his petite frame claded in a material that was all too familiar to Alan. He held a large bouquet of roses and a boxed dessert on the other hand, his profile appearing too stunning for the eyes.