Rosie's Games
Romance Carnival 1st Prize. BEWARE THE FURY OF A PATIENT WOMAN. Rosalind Lux died after learning of her husband and sister’s betrayal. And just as she thought she finally found peace, she woke up forty years before her death. With memories from her past life intact, Rosalind vowed revenge. Her plans quickly brought her into the arms of a Duke whose enticing gaze contained mysteries that threatened not just her plans but her heart and body. …. BEWARE THE LOVE OF A CURSED MAN. Punished by the Goddess for his greed, Lucas Benjamen Rothley had been guarding the North for as long as he could remember. For hundreds of years, no woman has ever stirred his heart. That was until the fearsome Rosalind Lux stumbled into his life. Soon, he realized Rosalind wasn’t quite the damsel that she liked everyone to believe. She is hiding a secret so dark it could either end his curse or throw his life amiss. Tags: Revenge, Strong female lead, no rape or abuse, slow-burn romance. Other novels: The Lycan's Sin: COMPLETED Cover is mine. Instagram: @b.mitchylle Discord: MitchyMitch#3750
Glimpse of the Past
"As the lady of the house, you now possess the freedom to pursue your desires, including the soldiers. You have already received the approval of the four families so this should be easy." the man declared while Rosalind made her way towards Denys's study. Remaining true to his words, he transported everyone back, except for Atior. The rest of the group, drained and weakened, lacked the strength to move, compelling Rosalind to request the man's company during her visit to Denys.
Rest was a luxury she couldn't afford at that moment.
"Who are you?" Rosaind suddenly asked as she halted her steps. The man told her that demons might be coming and that another tide will come at any time. Because of this, she needed to talk to Denys who was currently managing the affairs of the North in the absence of the Duke.
"Pardon?"
"We have been talking for hours. You have yet to reveal your name."
"You may call me Rius."
"That is not your name," Rosalind muttered, her expression blank.
"What— "