Sml Rosalina Novels & Stories

she asked in her cute Spanish accent. Rosalina was someone Aria had hired to help around the house with full time as with Lyla she couldn’t keep on top of everything by herself. She had previously worked for Adrian’s parents and was a very trustworthy woman who did her job well and had a lovely bubbly personality. She was in her late forties and had no family of her own. “So far so good” Raj said with a small smile as he diced the potatoes and put them on to boil. Aria washed her hands and looked at Rosalina,

"Let's work together for a good result." I gently took her hands in mine. They seemed rough like a man's, even though she was shorter than I was and had a dainty figure. The texture of her hands simply indicated that she's lived a rough life. I was sure she knew what I was thinking because she was the first to pull her hand away. Rosaline was the only assassin I knew that was also so playful and carefree. Olivia, on the other hand, looked serious, secretive, and if you're quick to catch on, there's a dangerous aura lurking around her.

Bella frowned and turned around to see the source of the voice. Two girls were standing there, looking at her grudgingly, one looked a little familiar to her but Bella didn't recognize either of them. "I am sorry but do I know you both?" The girl with blonde hair moved forward, the other girl tried to hold her hand to stop her but she snatched it away and stood in front of Bella. "Rosalina De Luca doesn't like to be known by people like you. But you crossed my path," she hissed, eyeing Bella up and down, watching her loose-fitted clothes and sneakers.

I think she doesn’t remember our earlier conversation as well’ he thought as he remembered everything that happened tonight. “Anyways, I am Elijah Smith, the King of Werewolves” He said proudly while extending his hand. “Oh, I am Rosaline Blue. Your treating doctor. Please call me Rose” She laughed at her own joke. “Thank you for helping me” He gratefully added. “You are the one who helped me first. So, thank you” She replied honestly. “I did?” He asked in confusion. “You roared to scare me so that I wouldn’t be attacked by your attackers” She replied confidently.

With us being the meat of the evening, I would’ve given anything to not be alone. He walked across the room to the blonde sitting all alone in one corner of the room. I immediately recognised her. Anybody would. Rosaline Guerra was known for being the beauty of Cosa Nostra, with golden hair, fair skin, sharp features and height. Rosaline had something off about her. I’d seen her in other parties before, but she had never looked this . . . upset. I used to envy her for the freedom she had that none of us did. But even that freedom had ended, since everyone expected her to say yes to marrying Terenzio De Vitto. Maybe that was the reason behind her sadness.

She scowls at me, screwing up her chubby, round face in a very unattractive way as her bushy eyebrows drew together. “I don’t want any screw-ups today, Rose. None of your usual tardiness is going to work today. But the good news is you can do as you please,” I raise a brow at her. “The mistress will be dealing with you for today anyway,” Romina gives me a wicked grin, giving me a slight push on my back to stand with one of the waiters lined up at the front.

“Please, stop!” I choke, my voice raw, knees sinking into the cold stone. My palms scrape against gravel and shattered glass, the remnants of a night I don’t want to remember. But Rosalina only scoffs in my face, lips curved into a venomous smile. Her long blond hair tumbles forward, a golden curtain veiling her face from the pack gathered behind her, but I know what lies beneath it—a monster draped in silk. She leans down slowly, as if to embrace me, to show them all what a saint she is, their pure Luna, merciful to the end. But her lips brush my ear and the illusion shatters like glass.

I say and she smiles with a little bend of the knees. "Nice to meet you too, Madame." She says and I shake my head. "It's just Kera. Please." I tell her and she giggles nodding. Rosalia has beautiful silky brown hair with bright blue eyes and soft pink lips. She looks like a real life doll but in a good way. Her and her mother do look very alike. "Is Alessio awake yet? I mean Mr. Marino." Rosalia quickly adds. I raise my brows before nodding, keeping my eyes on her. "He's just laying down." I say before going back to pouring coffee in four cups.

Rosa wanted to run from him. “What’s your name?” the lady cooed, reaching out and pinched Rosa’s cheek. “Rosalie Sinclair!” Killian’s stated coldly. Rosa shivered. She felt many eyes on them. Killian’s glare toward the woman was enough to make her hand fall away instantly from Rosa’s cheek. Damon chuckled, sensing the tension. He caught the dangerous flicker in Killian’s eyes, something lethal and possessive for that girl. “Such a pretty name, right Lina?” his partner, Lina nodded at him, smiling professionally.