Twilight Rosalie Necklace Novels & Stories

When Liam returns his gaze, he adds, "Take it." "Come on, get us right now," Michel commands. Rose goes into a jewellery shop after a time to hunt for some pendants to give as gifts to her friends and for herself. Rose's gaze was drawn to a lovely yet basic clove offered in light green colour, which she took and examined for an hour as if draining the spirit out of it.

Coraline's POV Blossom was all dressed up in her usual snobby clothes, she looked like she was coming for a dinner party rather than a five-year-old birthday party. "Can I help you?" I asked, using my body to block the door, preventing her from entering. Blossom gave me a once-over, I saw the way her lips twisted when her eyes fell on the jewelry on my neck. I was wearing an emerald set that Elijah had given me, to the normal eye it was a simple teardrop necklace but anyone who was vast in jewelry or dealt in jewelry knew the cost was about fifteen thousand dollars.

She looked at her dress only to see herself wearing a corset. ‘What the heck’ ivy exclaimed as she stared at the beautiful blue gown on her body. She struggled to stand up from the bed and at last she stood up. She noticed something different about her nails, she had her nail polished with gold but why are they suddenly silver. If this was a prank that Ivan and her friends are trying to pull on her, she was going to yank their hair until it falls out. She saw a mirror and quickly but carefully walked to it and looked at her reflection.

"That's disgusting. Is that what this king is going to think? That I'm your pet?" "Yes, we have a collar packed for you upstairs—" "I am not wearing such a thing!" "You will wear what we tell you, Rosalyn. This is your life on the line and we are trying to do everything we can to keep you safe! Do you understand?" Paul snaps and I'm in shock because he's never shouted at me like this before. "Y-yes." I can feel tears pricking my eyes but I refuse to let them fall.

Rose I look straight into her light green eyes as she continues to choke me—blocking my windpipe. My hands are gripping onto hers, trying to find release but her grip only tightens. She roughly pushes me against the glass window as she leans her face ever so closely; finding some sort of joy from this.

ROSALINE I was dressed in a carton brown body con dress. It was floor length and had two spaghetti straps. I was glad it was padded so I wouldn't need to wear a bra and keep checking my breasts every now and then. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled at my reflection. I paired it with a pair of black heels and wore a simple diamond necklace and earrings. I wore clean makeup and chose to use gloss instead of lipstick. I let my curly hair loose to hang around my waist in full volume and grinned at how I looked.

Her breath came in rapid spurts, but she could make no sound, due to the long fingers still covering her mouth. Nate felt herself growing weak, slipping from consciousness as her blood left her body. She slumped to the ground, but the arms cradled her as she fell. Her head lolled back, exposing her face. She heard a sharp intake of breath that wasn’t hers. “He said you were beautiful.” The smooth voice mused. Somewhere far away, Nate heard a ripping sound. “He was right.” Something smooth and cool pressed against her lips. “Drink.” The voice commanded. The warm liquid tasted of metal and burned her throat.

He was gone and Rose was left to hold her head in her palms and cursing. Rose was now wearing a burgundy coloured dress which was an off shoulder. Her whole body was studded with chanel's latest jewelry collection piece. Her neck had a shiny ruby diamond necklace. Her wrists had stunning gold bangles with tiny pink diamonds on the sides and her fingers slided in some expensive rings. Her ear held dangling beautiful diamond studded earrings. Her face covered in mild makeup to match the intensity of her burgundy dress.

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d