Sml Rosalina Novels & Stories

Of course, I do. My expression seemed to have given him a reply because the next he said was, "Then, to keep my end of the deal, you have to keep yours. Do we have a deal?" 'What's there to lose? Do you even have a place to go after the revenge?' "Deal," I mumbled. ••• "Good Morning, ma'am. I'm Rosaline but Rosa for short. I'll be helping with your bath this morning." "Hi. Rosa." I greeted cautiously. She was dressed in her black and white maid's uniform.

Either way, he was nowhere to be found as his mother walked in with her long flowing red robe. Rosaline Dumonte was exceptionally beautiful. And she had fought her hard to remain that way. She had shiny golden locks that cascaded down her hair like a sea of gold. Her slit eyes were a rich coffee brown colour with hints of gold and she had one of the most beautiful smile ever. Even though it had often been said that her smile was dangerous because it held many secrets. And also because Rosaline Dumonte was far from being a nice and perfect Luna. She was very good at pretending to be one, but she was far from it.

I trailed off, a thought popping into my mind “Is that what all these is about?” “All what?” Rosaline asked in an indignant tone “You are just faking this hatred and anger to hide the fact that you are actually my fan girl. Are you stalking me, Rosaline Pierce? Because as much as that sounds cute, I am not really into clingy girls!” A shit eating grin appeared on my face as her face turned red like she was going to combust any moment from now “Oh my!!!” Rosaline screamed, unable to form any coherent statement “Fuck you Blake Del Monté “

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

And now, just like that, he was tossing me aside? You want me to be fine with this?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Damon smiled softly. "Ravina, we are living in a time of peace. As the next Luna, you have to have a good heart. Be kind. She's your sister. You have to understand. Once she's dead, I'll make you my Luna. Just give her this." Amira coughed softly. "I love him, Ravina," she whispered. "I always have. Please... let me have this."

A hefty tip. The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she took it and uttered a low thanks before going back to do her job. "Yes," I murmured, still getting used to being associated with a name I knew almost nothing about except for the power and protection that came with it. "Nikolai," he held out a hand. "It is nice to meet you, Black Rose." I took his hand, not wanting to be rude. His palms were soft, dry, and the warmth of it caught me off guard. He held me longer than necessary before letting go.

Chapter Thirty Seven I looked up at Gale, my eyes locked with his while my hands tightened around the flower banquet that I was holding. "Gale Hilton do you take Amelia Rose to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and cherish. To respect her as your woman and to stay by her side in richness and poor, in sickness and health until death do you apart ? " Gale turned to look at the magistrate then back at me " Yes I do " he replied with a smile of his own.

It takes my whole day to know who is she? I search about her and her family and know that her name is a Rose and her brother also killed by Evil and then she became mad and went into a mental hospital then she escapes from this hospital and now she is in my mansion, there is no doubt that she is mental now and dirty also. But I’ll recover her soon as possible, I’ll try my best to recover her and spend my whole life with her. I plan everything and take many black roses about 500 and separate their petals then spread all these petals into the room and a red rose, which is in reality a magic rose in which a fairy was in imprisonment, also hide here. I wait every second for her that when she com

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.

Typical. “Alright,” I muttered, dropping the files back onto the desk. “I’m all ears.” “Good. Now—do you remember Rosalina?” I frowned slightly. “Rosalina…?” Then it clicked. “Oh. My secondary school teacher?” “Yes! That Rosalina.” “What about her?” I asked cautiously. “She’s become a very popular event planner. One of the best in the city, actually.” Then there was a pause, like she was expecting a response.