Sml Rosalina Novels & Stories

Amelia remembered meeting her at the crown ceremony party, as expected from the princess of the Lycan empire, she was extremely beautiful. Rosalina walked in, inspecting Amelia from head to toe as her hand rested on her chin, tapping her fingers on the chin and nodding her head several times. " You are beautiful on the outside. How about your heart? Are you beautiful by heart too? ", Rosalina was weird, asking her endless and strange questions. Amelia didn't speak a word, only let Rosalina speak and stayed silent as she inspect her. Rosalina stopped at once after she checked out Amelia. " The day is quite beautiful today, the weather is nice too. Let's head outside, it's about to rain, you w

Roseline Palmer: Roseline Palmer is a determined and ambitious young woman with expressive hazel eyes. Her long and graceful Chestnut hair, adding to her approachable charm. Standing at an average height of 5"8, she exudes confidence and resilience. She normally dresses like a smart secretary during work and casual baggy clothing in her private hours. She loves fruits and dislikes excessive wastage of good food, she's the submissive type and extremely daring when angered. Roseline's POV

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

“All you Moretti boys do.” I scoffed. “So you know who I am..” “I do,” she said. “Vicenzo Moretti. The one with the smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.” I tilted my head. “And you are?” “Rosalinda Amato.” My heart had stuttered then. “Amato?” “Oh we are ordinary,” she said, waving her hand. “My parents are nobodies. Old folks with a falling-down house and a cellar filled with dusty wine bottles no one’s touched in decades. If you’re into that kind of thing.”

I smile, “I like that.” We got to a restaurant called Zuccaro’s and walked in. It is a small restaurant, but it was packed with people. I could smell there was more than just werebears, werewolves and humans in here. I quietly asked, “I smell bears, wolves and humans, but what else do I smell?” He laughed and put his hand on a man’s shoulder. As the man turned around Luke smiled, “Hey Ben, this is my mate, Sylvie Rose. Sylvie, this is my good friend, Ben.” Ben slapped Luke’s back and chuckled, “So your mate was the one you wanted! Congratulations man! It’s nice to meet you, Princess Sylvie. Luke and I have been friends since grade school.” I smiled, “Then please call me Sylvie. No need for f

[Kaden] "Rose!" I called her as I see her walking out, She didn't seem to hear and I forwn calling her again, louder and suddenly my phone rang I look down texting the guy back and asking him to call me back. "Rose" , She looked at me, but she somehow had this weird frown over her face, She seem tired. But we had to take her with us. I wasn't sure who exactly Aiden's men were after. But I couldn't risk him putting his hands on her.

A gentle hand petted through brown locks, and those warm eyes landed on her again, "What is your favorite flower, miss. Croix?" "I like…" She bit his lip, trying to think, but only one answer came to mind, "roses." An amused chuckle hit her ears, "Red ones?" "…No." A simple denial. "Then what is your favorite?" "I don't have one." The laugh sounded again, and Alina felt her cheeks grow hot.

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.

"You are overwhelming my wife." Rosaline’s expression instantly softened as she looked back at Elara, her hands clasping together over her apron. "Oh, I am so sorry, sweetheart. You must be Elara." she said warmly as she smiled. "My name is Rosaline, this Moron Mother. But please, darling, call me Rose." "It's... it is very nice to meet you, Rose." Suddenly, Rose's bright smile faltered. Her expression turned dead-serious. She leaned in close, narrowing her eyes as she glanced between Elara and her stoic son.