Alastor X Rosie Novels & Stories

My body ached severely, and though I couldn't see them, I knew there were marks of his teeth all over me. "Jax, come out now!" I heard Rosie's voice. Who else would it be? Both of us had left the party and never returned to the venue. I was naked in his bed, my shoes and jewelry askew, my underwear nowhere to be seen, my dress a rag, my hair rough, my body marked, my lips swollen. There was no excuse. Alpha Jax hadn't signed the alliance. Alpha Aaron could take it back if something were to happen. Roseanne was beautiful, too beautiful to pine over a man who did not love her. Although I was in no position to judge, I did not think I had the strength to be that crazy.

Alina was one hundred percent certain, so certain in fact that she would bet away her soul, that her house was haunted. Sitting with an expression void of emotion, Alina rested her brown irises on the resin rose settled neatly on her nightstand amongst the dust gathered there from her constant neglect. To any person that wasn't Alina, there would be absolutely nothing amiss about the beautiful ornament staring innocently back at her. But there was something horribly wrong with the picture, something Alina had been noticing a lot with the objects residing within the smothering walls of her home; the rose wasn't where she had last put it.

In the twenty-seventh hour after Chen Boyan escaped from prison, the police sent out fifteen drones, nearly half of the police dog police force, after the carpet search of the whole blockade, still did not find half a trace of him. The man left incomparably arrogant, before leaving, but also with the blood of the escorting police officers, leaving the following words. I'll recapture my rose. I'll recapture my rose. Who is this "rose" referring to ...... A group of police officers in the conference room looked at me in unison. "Even if you look at me like that." I held my arms and shrugged. "I can only prove that Chen Boyan is just a love brain." Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to ask m

397 Rosa’s POV I turned to find Allesio watching me. Devouring me with his eyes, as if he still couldn’t believe I was his. “You wiped your tears at the altar,” I teased, kicking off my heels. “I saw you.” He smirked. “Deny it all you want, Castillo, I made you cry.” His jaw clenched, and in a blink, I was pressed against the door, my wedding dress crinkling against his suit. He reached for the pins in my hair, pulling them free one by one, letting my curls fall loose.

Axel placed his hand in his pockets in a callous manner. Cocking his head, he asked, "Is Lyse here?" Rosie examined him. "Are you a friend of Madam's?" "No." A realization set in. Rosie widened her eyes and stared at him vigilantly, "You're not an admirer, are you? Are you Mr. Beckett's love rival?" Rosie was acquainted with most of Alyssa's visitors to the villa, especially men. As Axel was a stranger to her, she did not trust him at all.

“Numbers. Dates. Nothing I understood.” “Figures.” He sighed. “Come on, walk with me before you hyperventilate.” *** The corridor lights were dimmed for the night, throwing long shadows along tapestried walls. Alonso matched her steps; his shoulder brushed hers, deliberate. “You don’t strike me as the timid type,” he said. “Because I didn’t faint?” “Because your eyes are on fire.” She blinked. “Allergies.” He chuckled, genuine, warm enough to thaw the winter in her bones. Dangerous warmth.

"Have the next phase initiated,i want all assets liquidated by dusk. Let's have the Gu's corporation hanging on a thin thread" "Sure boss!", the dark figure lowered his head in a quick nod, his rough eyes lingering on the boss's broad busy figure stir- frying vegetables by the stove. Even when preparing meals,the boss's aura had diminished a bit - the stark contrast made his eyes twitch. How far was the boss willing to go for that pretty boy's sake? Even declining himself to mere kitchen chores, at this point, there was absolutely nothing he wouldn't do. Slow, steady steps descended from the stairs and Alan's slender figure appeared; wearing a dark,silk shirt that hanged lazily off his fair

Asteria, being his PA, wanted to stop her as she did not know who Rosaline was. But Albert pulled her back as he went to hug Rosaline, who was stunned for a while before she hugged him back. She told him she had a bone to pick with him before she asked him to call Tess and Felix over for lunch. Albert knew what it was about and scratched his head before heading to Tessa’s cubicle. Asteria stood dumbfounded before realizing she was looking at William’s lover. She wanted to get a good look at the woman who stole her dream man without anyone knowing, but she did not get much of a chance.

Roxie called, the only one to bid me farewell. /It’s Alpha Dex/ Alba grumbled as we checked over the black and red hellfire motorcycle. /Staff should be dressed, she’s not a member of the family./ She’s Rose’s best friend, it’s not quite the same I replied, zipping up my leather jacket and clipping my helmet. The smart clothes would follow in the cars, it didn’t matter how I looked on arrival anyway. In that humid wasteland we would all look like shit in five minutes. /She’s after something/ Alba growled, /there’s a look in her eye, she’s not here just for Rose./

“Friends and families discount.” Ollie paid the florist and then put the box of lilies inside his backpack before he plucked a single red rose from one of the shelves to his left. “Here.” He placed the rose in my hand. “It matches your hair.” Then Ollie turned around and walked toward the door without waiting for me while I stood there with my cheeks turning the same shade of red as the rose in my hand.