Alexandra Roselyn の小説・ストーリー

“But..” “Alexander.” We heard a voice call from behind us. The strong scent of Rosa haute leux that hit my nostrils, was enough to give off her vibe. Strong. Luxury. Feminine. “Alexander Royales.” She chimed, inching closer to us with a wide grin on her face. “Don’t you remember me?” Alexander has astigmatism ma’am. “Miss Gold?” “One and only.”

Alexandra stared at the face longer than she should have without a word. If she didn't know better that it was a robot, she would have thoight she was a twin. “Miss,” the voice came again, dragging her back to reality. “Is there something wrong?” Alexandra took the drink from her, placing it gently on top of the table. “No, I'm Alexandra… Alexandra Sanders.” That was the last name she used for the competition and the last name she would use till the training is over if she wins the contest.

“What are you doing here?” “I am on vacation with my brother, I doubt that it would be the same case for you. To what do we owe the pleasure?” She asked, and Alessandro raised an eyebrow at the woman. “Alpha Ned? On vacation when he was beside Alaric a few weeks back? I doubt that you really do expect me to believe that, Rheniera.” He said, and the woman’s eyes met mine for a second. Alessandro turned to face me, and slowly extended his hand. I knew that he didn’t want me to proceed with the argument, no matter how tempted I was, in front of the woman. “My mate, Valerie Morozov.”

Cyrus stood up from his seat and I did the same, matching the intruders height but she is way taller than me. "Apologize to Carmela!" "No!" The nerve of this girl to say that. What have I ever done to her? "Alicia, I'm warning you..." And I'm sure his patience is running thin. Alicia then just crossed her arms over her chest and turned to look at Cyrus. "I am not going to apologize Cyrus, not to this rug, not to anyone!" She's got some attitude and I can't take it anymore. How dare she call me a rug.

Caleb said, crossing his arms over his chest as he smirked, knowing that he, most likely, got the effect that he was looking for. “I will, only now is not the time to be discussing this.” I said, making him raise an eyebrow. “What’s on your mind, Alpha?” He asked, looking more intrigued now. “Lysandra.” I said, and his eyes darkened. “I want her brought back. And it is going to be done whether or not she liked i

It reads; “Dear wife(he added a smiling emoji) Roses are beautiful, but they pale in comparison to your beauty. Just as a rose unfurls its petals to reveal its full beauty, so do you reveal the depths of your soul with every glance and smile. Every moment spent in your presence resonates with so much peace and happiness. I want to wake up to you by my side, just staring at you as you sleep. You bring so much color to my life. Even as roses have thorns, they only serve to protect their precious beauty. So too, your strength and resilience make you even more stunning in my eyes. Thank you for being the greatest miracle in my life. I cherish you Alexia.

Alpha Nicholas The air feels tense as we wait for Ryan to finally start talking and I swear that Rosie is about to bite her nails off and is going to make a run for it at any moment despite not having any information yet. Both she and Tony look ready to burst and I don't blame either of them.

A silent tear slips my eyes and I swallow in my cries, my vision blurred, all I see is the pain, all I inhale is the harsh niff of tobacco, yet all I can do is sit here in a disoriented manner like I've just broken a spine and distract my painful thoughts with the sound of the ticking clock on the wall. I sense his presence first, then I see the shadow-like figure of his boots, and then I feel his gaze rest on me. It is an itchy feeling, one of great discomfort, but I try not to pay attention to the racing of my heart, zoning deeply into the slow and steady rhythm of the clocks music. His voice comes out softly, groggily rough but soft with his manner of approach. "Your name girl, your name

Sandra said. "It is renovated every 6 months so, that's probably why," Alexander said and started strolling into the house. To his surprise, he met Roselyn by the door, she was on her way out, she had worn a black leather jacket on a white top and black leather trousers. The boot she was on was edging towards brown. Her silky long hair had been let down, reaching her back and it framed her hair perfectly. She had used lipgloss and a little powder on her face.

She has not forgotten the reason for her anger even after being tickled and kissed. “My face was so obvious to read?” Alex asked. “Of course, it was.” “But my sweetheart, it's something you can’t do anything and I don’t want to distress you.” “How do you know I can’t help you?” Rose said. Alex was surprised, obviously a fake one. “What do you know about business?” Alex asked. “I advance my master’s in business management. I am sure I am good, but not as proficient as President Alexander Jones.” Rose said in a teasing tone.