Rosie Fanart Novels & Stories

The bright, beautiful smile was still plastered on her face, but it instantly froze the moment her eyes landed on the intruder. Seraphina didn't wait for an invitation. She pushed right past me, stepping fully into the studio hall, her eyes sweeping over the lavish art supplies and then landing directly on Rodah with pure disdain.

Finished with lunch and her pre-school lessons, Rosie liked to wander around the house, or go on trips to the woods if she could talk someone into taking her, but today Emma said she was a little down, and went to her room. I gently knocked and peaked in. “Rosie?” “Hi,” she called back, not looking up from her drawing. “I’m almost finished.” I stepped in to have a look at her work. It was a beautiful drawing of a wolf. No, not just a wolf. It was Duncan’s. “It’s beautiful, sweetheart.” “Do you think Daddy will like it?” she asked, pulling down her pencil, nodding her head to the side to study her finished work. “I do,” Duncan said, and Rosie turned so fast she nearly fell off the chair.

Its one and only essence. Torches flare to life as if at a cue, and the hall blinds us. When our eyes adjust, we see her-Rosie-standing at the top of the central staircase. She looks like she belongs there, though when did Rosie ever belong on a throne of stone? Her hair is down, tangled with the wind that isn't there. Her lips are painted a deep red, and her eyes-her eyes are empty pools that reflect everything and nothing. Fuck. This can't be good.

If anyone saw her now, they wouldn’t even recognize that face as mine. She pouted, twisted her lips, and smiled at her reflection like she was admiring a piece of art. Then she reached for my perfume.. fuck! my favorite one and sprayed it over herself again and again, until the room smelled like roses and smoke. “Blaire, whatever your name is,” I shouted in her head. “Stop using my perfume like you own it!” She rolled her eyes, smirking. “Shut up, Rose,” she said flatly. “Before I shut that mouth of yours forever, dumbass.”

And seeing not just Luca in her, but Aria too, doesn't make this any easier. Rosie smiles. "Do you want to see my drawings?" My eyes widen in shock, and I turn to look at both Alessandro and Claudia, who nod approvingly. "I'd love to," I reply. She shrieks in excitement and grabs my arm as I follow her to the living room. She is showing me her artwork, each piece more colorful than the last. I notice a drawing of a woman with long hair and a man with a beard, holding hands with a little girl—the same one I had seen earlier.

Aatalo shot her one last charming smile before he left her room. Rosie exhaled deeply before her eyes settled on Anthony. His back was facing her as he stood in front of her desk, lost in thought as he stared at one of her drawings. Rosie slowly walked up to him, stopping beside him. She looked down to see the drawing he was looking at. It was a realistic drawing of a boy. The only thing that stood out was that while the rest of the picture was perfectly and realistically shaded in and drawn completely, the eyes were left unshaded and undone.

she smiled but she wasn’t looking at Rain, she was looking at Alexander. “I’ll lead the way,” the woman even had deep dimples in her cheek when she smiled, she also looked like she knew the kind of effect she had on the people around her. “I’m Rosa Valentine,” she said even though no one fucking asked her for her name. “I’m the manager, the second I heard that you were having a meeting in our humble establishment, I took it upon myself to welcome you personally and see to it that everything will be to your liking,” Great, she was also an ass kisser.

“Rosa is widely celebrated across the global territories for his absolute brilliance in modern gear and silver jewelry design, but long before his famous brand launched to the alphas, his raw talent first emerged through the canvas. One of his earliest creations, Spring Goddess, holds a very special place in his artistic journey. The Valoria Ridge Art Den was incredibly lucky enough to add the Spring Goddess to its massive collection five winters ago, and it has remained one of its most cherished pieces ever since that day. As an alpha who deeply admires Rosa’s legendary work, my own eyes have studied this exact painting in great detail. I highly encourage all your wolves to take a closer lo

Getting back on my feet, I made my way towards the bath where a few other maids were waiting for me already as the intoxicating smell of roses became a part of the atmosphere. I got out of the bath smelling myself as the sharp scent of roses had deeply penetrated my skin. Water dripped down my fair skin as I stood up and walked away from the bath. When I was done with everything, I saw a maid bringing an extravagant light pink gown which had white butterflies and flowers decorated all over the bodice as the skirt was quite puffy and pretty. I noticed that Mrs.Hanzah tied the corset a bit tighter than usual. My hair was styled into a formal braided bun as I looked marvelous. Walking towards t

After he said that, he was immediately interrupted by a phone call from Stephen. Stephen immediately sent Bea's location and picture to Robin, so that he could find her more easily. Robin is his best friend. Although he is five years younger than her, the similarities between the two of them are not far apart. Especially when it comes to their taste in women. PLAYBOY if Robin can be considered. Perhaps because of the strength of his charisma when it comes to women and also because of his attractive killer smile. A man is vying for attention standing at the edge of a boutique shop. All the women who passed by him turned their heads.