Alastor X Rosie Novels & Stories

Those who understood someone would always do so, but on the contrary, those who didn't would only find fault. "I told you on our wedding day—if you ever wanted a divorce, all you had to do was give me a rose. "The moment you made me walk down a road covered in roses and reconcile with the person who caused my mother's death, we were done. "The affair is one thing. It's all the favoritism you show to Maria. So, tell me—am I your wife, or is she?" Alistair froze, and only after a long moment did he speak. "Winnie, I… I just wanted there to be more people in this world who love you. Isn't Maria your family too?"

Fuck, that red lipstick made my skin on fire. Her mouth was poison. That’s all I could think as Rosalie glared up at me from the bed with her lips swollen from tequila and defiance. Her body sprawled in that fucking red dress like a taunt. My taunt. "Fuck you," she spat, but her chest heaved and her pupils were blown wide—whether from alcohol or anger, I couldn’t tell. "I’m doing you a favor," I growled, leaning over her. The scent of her, it was sweet liquor and something darker, hotter, wrapped around me.

"Good to see you, man." Aatalo recomposed himself when he noticed Rosie. He quirked an eyebrow, looking between Anthony and Rosie. He beamed his perfect, charming smile as he held out his hand. "I'm Aatalo and you are stunning. What's your name?" Rosie's face grew bright red as she hesitantly let him take hold of her hand. It wasn't something she found ideal but she was too consumed by his charm that she didn't mind. "Rosie. I'm... glad to be here."

“Oh wait—never mind. It’s just you, Rosie.” Rosalie raised both middle fingers without hesitation. “Fuck you, Alex.” He tapped his chin, grinning. “Technically, that’d still be considered incest.” Ramsey laughed beside me, unrestrained and boyish. Rosalie rolled her eyes and stood. “Nothing is surprising around here,” she muttered. “I’m out.” Alex smiled brightly. “Good night, Rosie. Sweet dreams, sis!” She walked away with her middle finger in the air. “I hope you choke on that wine!” She yelled.

Alastor resumed his advance on her once more, licking his lips as he stalked closer, barely giving a wince at his wounds, gaze never faltering. Without thinking, Proserpina took a step back, internally debating if she should summon the dagger back into her palm. If she can't paralyze him, she'll slow him down at least with a hit on the leg, this time. As if sensing her thoughts, Alastor said: “I believe I've earned the right to be in your company– as well a kiss from you.” Despite herself, Proserpina made a sudden sound of frustration, “As if you'd be satisfied with a simple kiss?!” she snapped, “You expected to have sex with me and for the last forsaking time, it will not happen–!”

Rosie looks at the wolf boys, who are fighting against each other. "Enough!" Rosie steps into the fight scene and spells something while mumbling and showing her hand toward Ronald; as soon as her spell touches him, he steps back, making him fall to the ground and lose consciousness. Jacob is angry as hell— he steps close to Rodald to break him into pieces. "NO, JACOB!" Aurora yelled out, and Rosie looked at them with wide eyes. To Be Continued

Aleric warned in a cold Ice tone, no atom of the romantic voice I remembered when he was talking sweetly about Rosalie in class while downgrading me because I had on me the granny clothes he clearly made me put on. Rosalie chuckled nervously, “You announced me as your girlfriend before her and everyone else in class, remember? You are my man, yet she dares to throw herself at you, knowing fully well that you are mine. Such a dirty slut!” She spat, her eyes throwing daggers at me. “Don't twist words before me, Rosalie. We have nothing together, and you know fully well that there's nothing between us so don't act cheap by trying to claim ownership over what isn't yours,” Aleric said without fl

All three of his friends hurriedly scurried away leaving the poor girl all alone with this Devil. Xavier shot Rosaline a death glare and immediately grabbed her by her arms. She panicked. “W-What a-are-“, she couldn’t finish as he started dragging her somewhere along with him. Rosaline kept shouting when all of a sudden she froze. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers when her eyes landed on a bed. ‘What the hell? A bed in plane?’, she mentally cussed. But her thoughts got pulled off when Xavier abruptly threw her on the bed harshly. She landed on her face and quickly turned around. A squeal escaped her lips when Xavier immediately hovered above her and pinned her down on the bed while cru

she stands up and starts walking to the room. "Rosalyn I-" she cuts me off "No I dont want to hear it im going back to my house do not talk to me unless it is about pack stuff i will fulfil my duties as luna but as for being your mate it will not happen ever again no leave me the hell alone and go see precious Ashley i will be gone before you return" she storms out

Sweet, perfect Rosealba. Stephanie’s smile soured. A stain. A parasite. A soft thing pretending to be strong. “I’ll peel the sweetness from your skin,” Stephanie whispered, setting the glass down. Her fingers flexed against the wood, nails digging slightly. “Piece by piece. Until Alactor Merikh forgets your name. Until your ghost stops haunting his eyes. Until he is completely mine.” She turned from the mirror, the silk of her robe brushing against her ankles like a shadow that moved with her.