What Is Rosalie Cullen's Power Novels & Stories

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

'' He says, leaving me in confusion but I keep quiet, letting him speak. ''What?'' I breathe out. ''Look, Rose. You're in danger. Your life. From the day Elia took you out of that shit place, your life is worth more than a million dollars. It's because Elia owns you, you're his first priority and people find you as his weakness,'' He continues, his eyes pierced into mine.

The moment their gazes flicked over to Rosalie, the atmosphere in the courtyard turned entirely hostile, thick with the suffocating pressure of dominant pheromones. The woman in the center, tall, with sharp, vulpine features and icy blue eyes, stepped forward, her lips curling into a venomous smirk. "This is Lady Celine, the daughter of one of Dominic’s most powerful pack elders," Marta said in a small voice before stepping back. "Well, well," Celine purred, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Look what decided to crawl out of the King’s bedchamber. The little Omega trophy from the defeated territories."

Rosalie let out the breath she was holding and pouted her lips. "How am I supposed to have a good sleep after this?" Rosalie muttered and glared at the door like her father was standing there. She laid back on her bed and covered herself with the duvet. She sighed and was pulled into messy thoughts. 'Would I be able to kill Kyle?' She thought and rolled to the other side of the bed. *** Rosalie had begun walking around the village reeking of her perfume. She always applied that to her body and it became part of her scent. Therefore, if Beta Kyle scented her he would surely meet her.

His voice was cold and ruthless: "Those people you care about are my counters Don't try to pull any trick." She hung up the phone and slapped her face with cool water to adjust herself. When she came to the magazine office, Nessia, another editor, rushed to her and said, "Rosalie, your aunt is sitting in a wheelchair pushed by your uncle. Your uncle seems to be in a bad mood." Rosalie pushed the door in. Once inside, she saw her uncle Ken's fat body spread out on the sofa with a sleepy face with a torn dress on the desk. That was the dress she weared when Victor raped her. She threw it in the trash when she came back last night.

She started moving around and trying to get free, so I put more pressure on her chest. "I understand you were with Wyatt for a while. And maybe you do love him, but maybe you just like the idea of having a high ranking title. Either way, I am his mate. He has already told you to leave him alone, but yet you continue to show up and harrass him like a child." She looked up at me with fire in her eyes. I could feel May trying to take control, and she was starting to surface. My eyes were swirling purple and black. Once Layla noticed it, she tensed up and looked scared. I looked towards Wyatt and Max, and their eyes were widened in surprise.

“Im already doing enough to stop myself from cracking your skull open with my boots. Do not let me think it over.” The guards dragged her away and I slammed the door behind them to drown out her noises. Moon goddess please keep her for me. Do not let me lose her. I never knew how much of a responsibility and protectiveness I had over Roxanne until today. I couldn't relax. I just kept pacing my office waiting for the lab results. I was baffled as to why Roxanne was dying while still alive. I knew wolfsbane had effects but it never made anyone rot. Rather it made them hurt and dry up. Something was amiss and if Kara was at fault I was going to murder her in cold blood.

I need to slam something, most likely a human and definitely one of them. “So tell me more about this Rosalyn and her business with my family?” My voice was calm, struggling to hide the feel is that surged inside me, but it was difficult and my breath was uneven. He explained on and on how Rosalyn wanted to power and how she killed man families just to become untouchable, blah, blah, blah…

“Well then that’s unfortunate because that’s all I can say to you.” I folded my arms, pushing my breasts up and out. His eyes fell there again, and his face tightened in a flash of something raw. He looked back up at me, then held my gaze for a few seconds. He leaned forward, and his voice dropped to a venomous whisper. “Rosalie, what do you really want? Do you want me to touch you? Is that what this little performance is for?”

"Rosalie, where's Damian?" Rosalie slowly looked up. "He's at the villa." Celine was Rosalie's best friend and our mutual friend from college. "Then, why isn't Damian answering my calls?" Celine asked. Rosalie gave an indifferent smile. "How would I know?" Compared to Rosalie's calm demeanor, Celine appeared anxious. She grabbed Rosalie by the collar and said, "Rosalie, you're his wife. If you don't know, then who does?"