Sml Rosalina Novels & Stories

STARTING FROM CHRIS HUNTER, RAYN STONE, AXEL LOCKWOOD AND THEN ROSALIYA STAVROS. ______________________________________ Rosaliya: I am Rosaliya, Rose for short with my hazel eyes and dark brown hair. I'm currently 22 year's old looking for a job ,I have completed my bussiness studies and lookin for a job. So coming back to the point my current situation is a total mess cause I shifted to new york last week. Now i have to arrange my house over the weekend even look for a job and my besties are nowhere to be seen .

His smile automatically got dropped off his face when Xavier flashed him his famous evil smirk. "Who said that?" ~~~❤~~~ End of chapter. Guys I know you must be hating Rosaline for being so soft but her character in this book is of a soft hearted, innocent girl who loves Xavier so much so her reaction was kinda expected.🥰 So what do you think will happen now? Opinions about Xavier? Do you hate him or love him😜 Don't forget to comment and vote .

“Isn’t that--” “Yeah. We’re not sure.” he was quick to respond to Oswald who noticed too. “Jin, get a better look closer. She hasn’t seen your face yet.” “Why me?” Jin complained before frowning, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets before casually walking around until he was close enough that he could see Rojean’s face clearly and check out Lucas’ appearance before going back to Theo and Oswald. Lucas and Rojean were getting chocolates and Theo couldn’t help but think for a moment how Sei liked her chocolates as well. It was Sei, he thought but he still wasn’t so sure. He had no direction here to follow.

10 YEARS LATER...... Rosemary- The ice cold rain water drips on my thick long black hair as I look through the bars of my bird cage. “Lift it!!!!! LIFT IT!!” The old wench Enora screams. Her face covered in moles. Glaring with her dark black eyes and rotted teeth. She looked as old as the Earth itself. Hell, maybe she was.

She continued again which made me scratch my nape that didn't itch. "I will always be beside her ... she doesn't need your help .." "Huh ... how arrogant." Rosaline squeaked, “If you want to hang out… or chat… you just search for my name. Rosaline Tevez. " The woman named Rosaline turned around and returned to the group of mothers who had been watching us.

I was kneeling in the center of it, barefoot, damp, exhausted, dressed in one of Mirabella’s old faded house gowns with bleach stains across the hem, looking less like family and more like the servant Rosalina constantly reminded me I was. “Oh, calm down, honey.” Rosalina’s voice flowed like silk dipped in poison. “No one is marrying you off to a dead man. I would never do such a horrible thing to my daughter.” A small laugh followed. Soft. Controlled. Cruel. My scrubbing slowed. I lifted my eyes just enough to see Rosalina seated elegantly on the velvet couch, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of red wine balanced between her fingers. Her lips curled.

"Our third roommate right?" Anya nods her head then the girl was having blonde hairs with light brown eyes a cute face like a Disney princess character, she cheerfully forwards her hand "Hi, I'm Rosalinda Smith, you can call me Rose. I'll be doing bachelor's in literature" When Anya heard her name she couldn't help but mumble. "Gentle horse, name like personality." "Huh..." Rose asked with her misheard expression making Anya shakes her head in negative then she continues

You're implying that Prince will perish because of this. Prof. Rosaline burst into tears. Prof Rosaline drove her automobile straight to the Divine Servant's mission house. Fortunately, she ran into him and told him what had happened to Prince. The Divine Servant looked Prof Rosaline in the eyes and promised her that the Prince would not die.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

Rosemary The kitchen was quiet, the early morning stillness broken only by the soft hum of the coffee maker. I cradled the warm mug in my hands, letting the comforting aroma waft over me. The first sip was always the best part of the day, a moment of calm before the inevitable chaos. But just as the cup touched my lips, a shriek pierced the air. I nearly dropped the mug, my heart jumping in surprise. “You must be Rosemary!” A whirlwind of energy burst into the kitchen, and I found myself face-to-face with a young woman with bright blonde hair and an infectious grin. She radiated enthusiasm, her dark brown eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and excitement as she practically bounced toward