Rosalie's POV:
I've always known I slept like a dead corpse and of course I came to that analysis after tons of experience, not that it can be helped simply because unlike some I go to heaven the minute my brain decides to shut down.
To bad this habit will be the main input to my ambush someday which unfortunately seems to be today seeing that I open my eyes only to be greeted by unfamiliar cream white walls and I can bet a liver that my room has always been Sunbright yellow. My first instinct is to get up and run but the some what familiar male scent coating the bed keeps me in place and I'm pretty sure that sounds absurd but trust me this scent truly is intoxicating, well that was until I heard footsteps on the other side of the room did I realize how much I truly treasure my life more than some arousing male scent.
Briskly and quietly rolling out the bed while looking around for an object I could use to my defence I search
Rosalies POV:I woke up with a splitting headache that had me feeling heavier than usual, making me come to an assumption of ōnoki the 3rd tuchikage paying me a visit during my time of obliviousness and using the: Doton kajūgan no justu, one that manipulates gravity allowing him to increase or decrease a persons weight at wish.I believe I haven’t mentioned it before, but I’m a huge fan of anime… or should I say Naruto in particular, seeing that most anime I’ve watched failed to ignite the same burning passion Naruto did. The sudden buzzing heard on my left side immediately pulls me out of my trance of thoughts, somehow lifting myself up I immediately put an end to the pathetic excuse of a sound the alarm produced.Unfortunately for me, today reads yet another week of work so rolling out the bed, I find my way into my mini bathroom where I approach the square shaped mirror and allow my eyes to bore at my reflection which now r
Rosalies POV:“This can’t be happening,” I mumbled out, bewildered by the circumstances I always seem to find myself in. With wide vigilant eyes, I watch as the doorknob is slowly turned while expecting the worst.Pure fear had taken my heart hostile, leaving no room for positive thinking, after all I am prone to misfortunes. Just as Mrs Foster tries to push the door open, it doesn’t bulge, which immediately tells me that the door had been locked all this time.I tell you the relief that had spread throughout my body at that very moment is one I should live to tell, but then again my mind wonders as to why Issac hadn’t simply told so. Instead, he let me go through such an unimaginable state of fright.Averting my eyes from the door to him, I muster up the meanest glare, to which I direct towards him. Only to discover that his gaze had already been set on me, and his facial expression displayed one of amuseme
Rosalie POV: “A shirt that landed in my hands.” I squeaked out, not sure exactly weather I made the situation worse by my petty excuse. “Keep it,” he said before dropping the clothes I had requested and making his way towards the door. “I’ll be back to drop you off in the next 10 minutes,” he said, and I heard the door closing next. “Well, that was easy,” I mumbled, letting out a deep breath and begun changing into my clothes. Just as he had said. He returned in the next ten minutes, and upon typing my address on the GPS, we buckled up and hit the road. Unlike Giovanni’s grumpy ass, Isaac here was a whole new comedian. Bringing me to a point where tears of joy had poured out as I clutch my tummy from the uncontrollable laughter.
Giovannis POV;"How could she be planning such a despicable crime!!!" I shouted threshing what is left of the formerly battered furnitures."I... thought she... lo... loved me,” I whispered, sinking down to the floor. I brought up both my hands to hide the tears that poured down like a tap that was carelessly left open.I'm never one to cry, but the excruciating pain that had inflicted my heart remains one like never before. The intensity had brought me on the verge of losing my sanity at some point, and if by any chance I survive this. Just know I'm a living testimony."She's not worth it, Giovanni!" Sebastian uttered.And to say his words infuriated me would be an understatement, as it hit quite a sensitive nerve. The term anger did not even begin to describe the emotion swirling within me at the very moment. And without thinking, I briskly stand up and shoved him to the nearest wall with my
Giovanni POV:(Flashes)“Click”“Click”“Click”“Mr Luca! Mr Luca! Mr Luca! Over here!.... is it true that your multi-million euro company has gone bankrupt!?” one journalist shouted from somewhere among the swamp of paparazzi surrounding me.The question burned deep inside my wondering mind as it hit a nerve. The continuous flicking of flash lights and absurd question’s brought a sickening feeling to the pit of my stomach. And the surrounding pandemonium only seemed to make the feeling worse.Just when I was about to lose it. The sudden rumble of thunder has me jolting awake. Alongside a racing heart, as I frantically search my room for any signs of paparazzi. And when I find none, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Realizing it was just a bad dream, yet it felt so surreal.“shake it off Giovanni. It’s just another one of your awful mind games,” I chanted, desperately trying to convince myself. With a
Rosalie POV:Thursdays were my favourite days of the week. Simply because it remains the only day, I get the entire house to myself. With no parents to bring down what’s left of my self-esteem.My mum and dad, Lucia and Ricardo. Aren’t your regular loving parents, who would shower their only daughter with love and care. Neither your typical dad who would interrogate your first boyfriend until he’s visibly shaking.Rather were the type who wouldn’t give two s***, whether their daughter got impregnated by wanderer or is brutally whipped for shoplifting. Unfortunately, that’s the level of cruelty they have reached.The possibility of them being secretly employed to show me hell on earth became a high contingency. But but then again, I just might be undesirable.In all honesty. They weren’t always this way. How
Rosalies pov:“Miss Raveloson... Could you please do a quick house check? Just to assure that everything is spotless and in place. Pare more attention to the food section, seeing that Mrs Foster is picky with her food.”“Will do. And for the umpteenth time call me RO-SA-LIE, Stella!” I said. Breaking up my name and emphasizing every syllable.“yes, yes,” she mumbled, followed by giggles before walking away. Shaking my head with a smile plastered on my face, I begin the house check.The news of Mrs foster and her son’s sudden arrival has put everyone in work mode. I could hear the continues tapping of shoes contacting the floor throughout the house. As everyone busied themselves with a particular task, while striving for nothing less than perfection.To my astonishment, even Millie and Maggie. Who conc
Rosalie's POV:Have you ever woke up way too late for a particular event and wondered if still attending would be okay without seeming rude?Well, that's me today. However, instead of some glamorous event, it's plain old work.I rushed all over the place. Performing multiple task at once and probably broke world records. But you see, between all my frantic actions. It seems common sense was nearby. As it hit me before I went rampage."Why am I to blame?" I thought. As it's none other than Mr and Mrs Fosters fault for keeping me up till late.I well aware of the saying "beggars can't be choosers." But they undeniably are the cause to my current situation. And that's an irrefutable fact!So taking the time to calm my nerves. I prepare for the day ahead more lady like. Rather than an animal who's gone wild after being starved for days.It'
Rosalie POV: “A shirt that landed in my hands.” I squeaked out, not sure exactly weather I made the situation worse by my petty excuse. “Keep it,” he said before dropping the clothes I had requested and making his way towards the door. “I’ll be back to drop you off in the next 10 minutes,” he said, and I heard the door closing next. “Well, that was easy,” I mumbled, letting out a deep breath and begun changing into my clothes. Just as he had said. He returned in the next ten minutes, and upon typing my address on the GPS, we buckled up and hit the road. Unlike Giovanni’s grumpy ass, Isaac here was a whole new comedian. Bringing me to a point where tears of joy had poured out as I clutch my tummy from the uncontrollable laughter.
Rosalies POV:“This can’t be happening,” I mumbled out, bewildered by the circumstances I always seem to find myself in. With wide vigilant eyes, I watch as the doorknob is slowly turned while expecting the worst.Pure fear had taken my heart hostile, leaving no room for positive thinking, after all I am prone to misfortunes. Just as Mrs Foster tries to push the door open, it doesn’t bulge, which immediately tells me that the door had been locked all this time.I tell you the relief that had spread throughout my body at that very moment is one I should live to tell, but then again my mind wonders as to why Issac hadn’t simply told so. Instead, he let me go through such an unimaginable state of fright.Averting my eyes from the door to him, I muster up the meanest glare, to which I direct towards him. Only to discover that his gaze had already been set on me, and his facial expression displayed one of amuseme
Rosalies POV:I woke up with a splitting headache that had me feeling heavier than usual, making me come to an assumption of ōnoki the 3rd tuchikage paying me a visit during my time of obliviousness and using the: Doton kajūgan no justu, one that manipulates gravity allowing him to increase or decrease a persons weight at wish.I believe I haven’t mentioned it before, but I’m a huge fan of anime… or should I say Naruto in particular, seeing that most anime I’ve watched failed to ignite the same burning passion Naruto did. The sudden buzzing heard on my left side immediately pulls me out of my trance of thoughts, somehow lifting myself up I immediately put an end to the pathetic excuse of a sound the alarm produced.Unfortunately for me, today reads yet another week of work so rolling out the bed, I find my way into my mini bathroom where I approach the square shaped mirror and allow my eyes to bore at my reflection which now r
Rosalie's POV:I've always known I slept like a dead corpse and of course I came to that analysis after tons of experience, not that it can be helped simply because unlike some I go to heaven the minute my brain decides to shut down.To bad this habit will be the main input to my ambush someday which unfortunately seems to be today seeing that I open my eyes only to be greeted by unfamiliar cream white walls and I can bet a liver that my room has always been Sunbright yellow. My first instinct is to get up and run but the some what familiar male scent coating the bed keeps me in place and I'm pretty sure that sounds absurd but trust me this scent truly is intoxicating, well that was until I heard footsteps on the other side of the room did I realize how much I truly treasure my life more than some arousing male scent.Briskly and quietly rolling out the bed while looking around for an object I could use to my defence I search
Giovanni's POV:What started out fun turned out to be a depressing confession session. Why she felt the need to unravel what kept her emotions in check remains a mystery to me. As I can not fathom what pushed her to act so carelessly.Her wanting to climb into my bed couldn't possibly be the case here.Seeing that I have nothing to offer.That would have been my first assumption two months ago, as I seen as a walking bank women couldn't help but notice.Thinking of all that I had lost in a matter of seconds highly uplifts the quote "vanity is vanity". From being Italy's business tycoon, to a mere citizen. With only memories of once owning millions of euros and having the world rotate within my palm. But I should have known I lacked the qualities of a true God.Looking off into the distance, I let mind replay that day.Flash back
Rosalies POV:When I say the guy that lives opposite my apartment is mentally unstable I really mean it as he's been intentionally avoiding me every since we part ways as if he hadn't asked just yesterday to walk home together. Well I guess I needed not to avoid him seeing that he's doing exactly what I intended to do and yet it's bothering me, isn't life just funny.Besides can you really blame me for expecting something especially after the moment we shared yesterday.... oh wait can I really call it a "moment" since it probably seemed like two strangers who live in the same building walking home together, but still doesn't he want his money back like who pays for a person's grocery shopping in this era and from my perspective he doesn't seem loaded. I know I know I know..."you sure about that cause just so you know in no way will I be indebted to you after this"I quoted the air while imitating myself in a squeak
Rosalie's POV:Have you ever woke up way too late for a particular event and wondered if still attending would be okay without seeming rude?Well, that's me today. However, instead of some glamorous event, it's plain old work.I rushed all over the place. Performing multiple task at once and probably broke world records. But you see, between all my frantic actions. It seems common sense was nearby. As it hit me before I went rampage."Why am I to blame?" I thought. As it's none other than Mr and Mrs Fosters fault for keeping me up till late.I well aware of the saying "beggars can't be choosers." But they undeniably are the cause to my current situation. And that's an irrefutable fact!So taking the time to calm my nerves. I prepare for the day ahead more lady like. Rather than an animal who's gone wild after being starved for days.It'
Rosalies pov:“Miss Raveloson... Could you please do a quick house check? Just to assure that everything is spotless and in place. Pare more attention to the food section, seeing that Mrs Foster is picky with her food.”“Will do. And for the umpteenth time call me RO-SA-LIE, Stella!” I said. Breaking up my name and emphasizing every syllable.“yes, yes,” she mumbled, followed by giggles before walking away. Shaking my head with a smile plastered on my face, I begin the house check.The news of Mrs foster and her son’s sudden arrival has put everyone in work mode. I could hear the continues tapping of shoes contacting the floor throughout the house. As everyone busied themselves with a particular task, while striving for nothing less than perfection.To my astonishment, even Millie and Maggie. Who conc
Rosalie POV:Thursdays were my favourite days of the week. Simply because it remains the only day, I get the entire house to myself. With no parents to bring down what’s left of my self-esteem.My mum and dad, Lucia and Ricardo. Aren’t your regular loving parents, who would shower their only daughter with love and care. Neither your typical dad who would interrogate your first boyfriend until he’s visibly shaking.Rather were the type who wouldn’t give two s***, whether their daughter got impregnated by wanderer or is brutally whipped for shoplifting. Unfortunately, that’s the level of cruelty they have reached.The possibility of them being secretly employed to show me hell on earth became a high contingency. But but then again, I just might be undesirable.In all honesty. They weren’t always this way. How