Novel & Cerita Twilight Characters Rosalie

And as soon as I do, the rest appear. All the Alphas, the most fearsome and powerful werewolves in this country standing there, calmly waiting for the last two chairs to be filled. The surreal calmness donesn't leave me even when I see Rose appearing out of nowhere, in a long, silver gown with a small crown of stars on her forehead. Nor when she takes her place on one of the seats. Or when the rogue, Damon sits next to her like they belong together. I suppose the Moon Goddess, who stands quietly behind Rose's chair has much to do with the fact that my heart is not breaking when she reaches out, taking his hand before she addresses everyone.

She sobs into my chest as Cece moves closer to us and nuzzles at my side as Jadara moves to her knees on my other side and hugs us all together. “We are family. Wherever she goes, we go. We would never let anything happen to her.” Rosa screams as a light bursts from her chest as I see the glowing white ball take shape. Gasps are heard and the fae fall to their knees. I look up and see her. Rosalie.

“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.

Feelings could wait until I wasn't standing three feet from an unconscious woman while my chest tried to convince me the sun rose out of her ribcage. Fact one: Rosalie was Easton's girlfriend. Had been for two years. Long enough that half the clan assumed the mating bond between them was already a foregone conclusion, a formality waiting on a calendar date. Fact two: today was that date. Their twenty-first birthdays. The night their wolves were supposed to confirm what everyone already believed. Fact three: she was here. Half-dead in a war camp a three-day ride from IronVale, nowhere near the altar she should have been standing at.

"Rose, you're the one I wanted to mark…" My world crumbles around me, but that's not all. His shirt slips down his shoulder when he moves, revealing the rose tattooed right over his heart. My mind goes blank, and all I can do is stare at the tattoo. I refuse to believe what I'm seeing. I've known Rose for 20 years, and she's my closest friend. As it turns out, Walter didn't get drunk because he was overjoyed about becoming my mate. He simply used the alcohol to drown his sorrows over not being able to take the she-wolf he wanted as his Luna.

She can't blame me, we’re nearing dangerous territory with this conversation. “A lot….. a whole lot.” “Maybe you need a new approach.” I scoffed. “Yeah, maybe.” “If it isn’t the man of the year,” Damien said as he waltzed in. Rose immediately stepped away from my embrace, and I’m wondering why Yvonne didn’t inform me before letting him in. “Hello Rosaline,” he greeted her with a hug. “I didn’t get to properly congratulate you last time.” “Thank you,” she said, all smiles.

Rosa steps out slowly. She couldn't stop shivering, terrified as the night Matei first found her but, she knows damn well not to show her vulnerable side to these people. The wolves look curious, Marius looks concerned while the vampire with a dozen of his men stood behind him. Smirking. Rosa stood away from both crowds but close enough to observe his features. So familiar. So, so familiar. She knows him. She sees him before and though it was hazy, she remembered a few times who he was closed with.

Fuck, that red lipstick made my skin on fire. Her mouth was poison. That’s all I could think as Rosalie glared up at me from the bed with her lips swollen from tequila and defiance. Her body sprawled in that fucking red dress like a taunt. My taunt. "Fuck you," she spat, but her chest heaved and her pupils were blown wide—whether from alcohol or anger, I couldn’t tell. "I’m doing you a favor," I growled, leaning over her. The scent of her, it was sweet liquor and something darker, hotter, wrapped around me.

Because if I didn’t stop this— There would be nothing left of me to save. _______ ROSALIE'S POV~ I had just peeled off my dress, leaving it in a pool by the door, and slipped into one of Ezra’s oversized black shirts—one I stole without shame because it smelled like him. I have no idea why it was soothing. I mean his clothes. The moment I sat down in front of the dresser, I winced. The cut on my forehead tugged again, sore and stubborn, refusing to be ignored. I opened the ointment and squeezed a little onto my finger, carefully dabbing it near the wound when—

She decides to pretend to be occupied with her phone. Nothing like a hundred watchful gazes to make one uncomfortable in their own skin. Rosalie had a lighter complexion, compared to her father who had a stunning gingerbread complexion. She has neat brows arched above her round eyes. A freckle dotted above her left cheekbone, a straight nose, plump dark lips, a small chin and jaw. She wears her school uniform and a pair of white sneakers. Rosalie's shiny dark hair was fastened into a ponytail. Cole adored the white bow with a rhinestone sparkling; in its center, and pinned neatly to the base of her ponytail. Rosalie was like a princess…