Clive Rosfield Novels & Stories

My voice was hoarse. He shifted awkwardly, words caught on his tongue. The aloof, untouchable man everyone knew was, in truth, a shy boy. Finally, he came forward, slipped off his jacket, and draped it gently around my shoulders. "I was worried about you," he murmured, blushing. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a video message from Sarah. I opened it and my pupils shrank sharply. On screen, George and Sarah were undressed, tangled in bed. Sarah faced the camera, smiling with triumph and mockery. Beside her, George's profile appeared—his fingers tracing the beauty mark at the corner of her eye, his expression steeped in intoxicated pleasure.

From the darkness emerged someone none of them expected. Alejandro Delgado. Alive. Bloodied. Bruised. But unmistakably him. Thiago stared, speechless. Gabriel swore under his breath. Esteban paled. Inés’s knees weakened. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Alejandro rasped. His gaze landed on Esteban. “Nice to see you’ve been keeping my face warm.” Esteban’s mask shattered. Before anyone could speak, a sharp whistle pierced the air. Gunfire erupted from the trees.

Something felt strange. But I was still too shaken from everything to understand it. I kept staring at Ms Choice… when something suddenly clicked. Her face. Her real face. Was standing in front of me. Not my reflection. Not a shared mind. Not a form-switch. But her. Separate from me. My eyes widened. Slowly, I looked down at my own hands… My legs… My breath caught. I wasn’t Ms Choice anymore. I was me. Rose David. Fully, completely, entirely Rose.

Looks like the poor wolf has a boo boo. Before speaking, Clive grabs his nose and puts it back in place. The sound of crunching bone crackles through the air and another spurt of blood pours from his nose. But he just wipes it on the sleeve of his shirt. Even though his eyes are puffy and it obviously hurt, he will be healed completely within the hour, even with the silver cuffs that bind him. Not really worried about it. Clive sniffs and gives Zak a deadpan look. “Sure. What’d you want to talk about?”

"We will not leave from here until we get the answer to our questions from this woman." Andrea Lowell point towards the figure of unconscious Rose. Norah frown listening to their absurd words about their president who made a great impression on her employees even on the first day of office. "Your president of just fainted, not died, no need to exaggerate the issue." David Jones said. Norah shook her head and moved towards Rose's table and pressed a bell and in no time security guards appeared. "Invite them out." Norah said and moved towards unconscious Rose who slowly gained her consciousness because Dylan sprinkles some water on her face.

A few minutes later, our colorful drinks arrived, and there was still no sign of Clyve. “Where is Clyve?” Kat asked after sipping her drink. Before I could fish out my phone, warm breath against my neck made me freeze. “You look gorgeous.” I turned my head and smiled. “Clyve! I thought you won’t show up.” “Not gonna happen, sweetie.” His eyes danced with humor. Those eyes reminded me of him. Clyve cleaned up pretty well with a dark shirt and pants. He looked fresh than the last time I saw him at the lab. And he smelled sandalwood and mint. He sat in an empty chair beside me after he introduced himself to Kat. Kat giggled when Clyve kissed her hand just like a British did.

I chuckled, “He’s absolutely perfect, grandma. I will see you later.” After grandma ended the call, I walked into the kitchen and decided to start dinner. I was cooking dinner when my phone rang. It was a number I didn’t recognize, so I put it on speaker while I started chopping vegetables, “Hello?” The voice on the other end of the line begins, “Princess Sylvie, I assume?” I answered, “Yes, it is. Can I help you?” Luke, who had been in the office is now standing next to me as the caller replies, “Will you be coming with Prince Luke to Florida to help Princess Chloe?” I replied, “Yes, I am. And you are?” The caller chuckles, “I’m so sorry. I must have sounded like a creep just then. My name

I noticed him just took the roasted asparagus, potatoes, and the salad into his plate. “You’re vegan.” My words just slipped from my mouth naturally, and it surprised me a little bit. He offered a small smile and nodded. “Yeah. Since I’m, well...” He swallowed. “Sobered.” My mouth agape. Wow! I couldn’t even imagine him being drunk because he was physically fit. Was this why there was something in those eyes that I couldn’t pinpoint? Now, he completely intrigued me. Who is Clyve Clifford? I felt like I wanted to peel those layers on him, to get to know him better.

Because his father has helped Dylan's parents a lot so the compensation is that their son Dylan will be his butler. "Sure." He just said while he was still focused on the computer. He admits that he and his butler are not very close. Clive has his own world, he is happy to play with gadgets all day or late at night. He is always in front of the computer, always soaked so he also started to become addicted to the game Rules of Survival. Clive is known for playing Ros. That's why he is called the 'King of ROS Games'. "Okay. See you tomorrow in the Philippines, Clive."

We were powerful, we held the descendants of the werewolves clans in our nutsack and we filled the earth with our seed I watched my peers find love, bear cubs, and die in the hands of envious wolves, but I remained. No mate. No family. Just the ever dreadful Emmett that roamed Claw city park till I was back to my beginning sucked in the clutches of this human in the world I left a long with ago. Rose Clifford of Bronx. I had used my powers to bring her back to life because I somehow cared about this human and she stood in my face to call me selfish.