LOGINThe car came to an abrupt stop. Emma froze. For a moment, she simply stared through the windshield, her breathing becoming heavier as she looked at the vehicles surrounding them. “What...” Her voice trembled slightly. “What is happening?” Rose looked toward her. “Emma?” “I don't know.” Emma glan
Not long after her visit and the strange incident at King Mansion, Rose's suspicion about Alex's unusual world remained somewhere in the back of her mind, although she had not allowed herself to dwell on it too much. There were still too many reasonable explanations for everything she had witnessed
Alex turned toward Rose. "I'll be back shortly." Rose quickly nodded. "O-okay." Alex followed the man outside along with Derek and the door closed behind them. Rose let out a sigh and picked up her phone, intending to give them some privacy. Even though she felt something strange she still was
…… After changing into something casual, Rose had spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying Alex's company, and eventually, the two of them settled into the lounge where they began playing a board game together, both wisely choosing not to talk about what had happened in the study room. Rose sat
Rose's eyes widened in surprise and she remained completely still for a moment. Then the warmth of his kiss slowly made her tense expression soften. Her fingers slowly curled around the front of his shirt before she hesitantly lifted her other hand and wrapped it around his neck. The moment she ki
The next day after school, Rose visited King Mansion, and just as Alex had promised, he had cleared his entire schedule for her. Alex had originally assumed Rose would want them to go somewhere, especially since she was always eager to go out, but to his slight surprise, she had no intention of le
After Rose returned to her seat, It was Raymond who finally spoke up again. He turned to his mother abruptly, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably. “Mother… How long are you planning to stay before going back?” He expected a predictable answer — two days, maybe three. Anytime their mother
Back at the restaurant, Rose had already sent a short message to Luthor, telling him to drive back to the restaurant and pick her up. She and Nancy had already ordered their food. Rose knew Luthor well—he would still take a little while before getting there, so she was sure they would finish eating
Rose entered the dining room, the quiet click of her heels echoing softly against the polished floor. She didn’t glance at anyone, didn’t pause to acknowledge the family who might already be waiting. Her eyes scanned the room and found the seat she wanted, the one farthest from the usual cluster, th
Rose observed everything with quiet attention. She did not need to intervene, she told herself. And yet, when she saw Grace’s expression—small, stiff, trying not to show the ache in her chest—she felt the tug of responsibility, the small but insistent urge to speak. “Grandmother,” Rose said softly







