Rosinante Corazon Novels & Stories

As they sped off, I saw Rosalina Russo shoot me an angry look through the window. Weirdly enough, her anger sent my blood in a hot rush and settled straight in my groin. What is that girl doing to me? I couldn't resist the temptation of Rosalina Russo's alluring charm. Be it her hot anger, or her wanton smile. Being a daredevil, I saw her as a challenge I simply had to conquer. Someday, bella I will make you mine. ***

Roisin The intensity of Visaris’ gaze held me frozen in place, the heat of his touch still searing my skin like an invisible brand. My heart thudded violently against my ribs, each beat echoing the kiss that had stolen my breath and left my thoughts in disarray. The way he looked at me now—unblinking, possessive—made my stomach knot with a sensation that danced dangerously between desire and dread. I had never felt anything like it before, and the unfamiliarity of it made my skin prickle.

The red rose, symbolizing love and passion, mirrored the fiery energy of their connection. Kaia, surprised and touched by Beau's whimsical move, accepted the rose with a radiant smile. The exchange added a unique and personal touch to their union, creating a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of all who witnessed it. The red rose, now a part of their shared narrative, became a poignant symbol of the spontaneity and romance woven into the fabric of their love story.

Then I leaned in, slow and careful, pressing my lips to hers. At first, she froze, her breath catching, but then she melted into the kiss, her arm curling around my shoulder. There was a quiet kind of hope in the way she held me, something fragile and trusting. Like she was handing me a piece of herself and praying I wouldn’t break it. When we finally pulled apart, her forehead rested lightly against mine. I could feel the tension still lingering in her, and the worry she couldn’t quite hide. “She might not,” Rosentine whispered, her voice like the thinnest thread. “Rosalia… she, she might still hate me.”

Desiree spoke looking at Drezic. “I’m right here.” Tasrin spoke racing in. He had a small box in his hand to which he gave Rosalie. Roland used one of his hands to hold it in her lap as she slowly opened it to see a crown of flowers. It was beautiful. Rosalie smiled happily as she looked over at Tasrin. “I felt a queen deserved a crown.” “Can you put it on?” Rosalie asked happily. Tasrin nodded happily as he reached down carefully and pulled it out of the box. Drezic came around behind him and gently lifted him so he was above his aunt and had easier access to put it on.

I grab her by her waist and she flinches slightly before she relaxes and dances seductively against me. When I speak, and she turns to face me. My breath catches in my throat. She is more beautiful close-up. Cassandria Bristol-Romano. When I tell her who she is, she panics and moves back just as Andros comes over and moves her aside and bro hugs me. But my eyes are watching her. When Andros introduces us, I smirk at her, and she looks flustered. She is even blushing. She is truly a treasure, a jewel. Tesoro mio.

I nodded my head again feeling a twinge of pity in my heart, she sounded kind of frustrated and seemed to really need the scholarship, it's a good thing that there are ten available slots for applicants though, because I still wanted to win badly. She was still staring at me, obviously expecting me to say something “Sorry about that” I eventually opted for “I hope we both get two of those slots” and as an afterthought added “I'm Leila Adams” She laughed quietly “Yeah, I hope so too” “I like you” she added “You're quiet straightforward, you say what's on your mind the way you think it, it's nice”

Our cab had already arrived, so we got in and headed straight for Reno’s Boutique — one of the biggest in New York. I’d only heard about the place from Marielle, but stepping inside was something else entirely. The glass walls gleamed, the scent of expensive perfume filled the air, and designer dresses shimmered under the warm lights. I ran my fingers across one of them, smiling a little for the first time in days. Tessa and I started browsing through the racks. When we reached the trousers section, I picked a few to try on — and that was when I saw her. Marielle. She was clinging to Adrian’s arm like her life depended on it, laughing too loudly, too sweetly. The moment her eyes met mine, he

The night breeze lifted his hair, softening his sharp features. He knelt in front of my tombstone, fingertips brushing its cold surface, eyes full of longing. "Wendy. Rose." He said my name so gently. I hadn't heard him speak like that in a long, long time. He leaned down and kissed the photo etched on my stone. "You've waited long enough, haven't you?" he murmured. "I'm coming to join you." A gentle smile curved his lips. Then, without hesitation, he drove the blade into his chest.

Valerie continued to train her gaze at the distant horizon when she realized that Mikhael didn't intend to speak with her as well. She remained there until she was tired of sitting. Only then did she rise to her feet so that she could take a walk. Valerie was about to turn around and call out to Mikhael when she saw a heart with light filtering through the core. That heart looked like it was weaved out of grass blades. The blades were quite thin. If the heart was lifted and pointed in the sun's direction, one would see a tinier heart inside the first heart. As Mikhael stared at the tiny heart inside the first heart, he said seriously, "If you don't want to open up right now, you can hide you