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The girl jiggled them with a playful laugh. “You can touch them if you want.” Rebecca rapidly shook her head. “N-No thank you.” The girl shrugged. “I’m Rosanne by the way. Rose or Rosie, whatever you like.” Rosie crept closer, closing the small distance between them. The innocent smile on her face didn’t seem so innocent anymore. With nowhere to go, Rebecca watched with apprehension as Rosie got closer and closer to her.

The girl suddenly raised her head, she widen her hazel eyes in surprise ‘ivory’ ‘Hazel’ ivory greeted at the cheerful girl who let her hair down. Hazel was the one who saved her when she killed the female barbarian, now that she thought of it she shivered, not that she was s sexist but how could a female posses such brutality and strength. ‘What are you doing here’ hazel asked. ‘I’m here to train’ ivory said observing the whole place. ‘Go back ivory, this is a phase two training room not a phase one’.

Rosie was here as early as ten in the morning. One thing about Rosie is, she is always super excited about weddings and parties especially when it has to do with family. Under all that tough skin she's a real softie, as sweet as honey. “Oh my goodness Ro, we aren't expecting this much guest. It's just us if you aren't aware”. She stares at me with a tired expression. She's tired of my incessant whining.

Rosie returned before Cooper had a chance to respond to the text message. Hand in hand, they joined the family, and Ivory rose to her feet at the sight of Rosie. "Rosie, you look so pretty." Rosie instantly became self-conscious, knowing that she had stepped out of her room without a wig. She made a move to go back for it, but Cooper had already read her mind and blocked her path. "I told you that you look prettier without it." His voice was low, so no one heard what he said to her. Rosie’s family was shocked to see that she had stepped out of her room without a wig but remembered from what they watched from the monitors, how Cooper said that she was beautiful without the wig.

Still, something in her hesitated. Caleb’s gaze softened. “You’ve seen me at my worst, Rosie. You rebuilt me from nothing. Let me see you… just as you are.” For a moment, the room stood still. And then, slowly, with a bashful smile, Rosie nodded. She gently placed the glass down and moved her hands to the hem of her shirt, lifting it off with care. Beneath it, she wore a simple matching bra and boyshorts, soft fabric, lavender in color, hugging her skin delicately. She stood still for a heartbeat, as though unsure of herself.

" I pushed the door open and left, his sobs not stirring the slightest bit of pity in me. Finally, I was able to say it face to face, and I officially said goodbye to the past. The days were finally back to normal again. Everyday I worked in my rose garden. But I didn't just run the rose garden, I was also in charge of the company's various fruit and vegetable programs. I met Kash again. This time I was finally able to savor the wines and take a walk in the mountains with him. "This barrel of wine is the fruit from the year you raised the grape vines." He smiled and refilled my glass. "You remember the woman who hit the vines?" I giggled and touched the grapevine. "I remember. Let me plant g

She paused in front of Reginald, curtsied her head slightly, and then glided past him to take her seat at the head of the table. As she settled into the plush leather chair, Reginald turned to face her, his expression questioning. "Who are you?" Rosie's gaze met his, her eyes authoritative and piercing. She crossed her legs, her gaze lingering on Reginald's face before she began to introduce herself. "My name is Wright Rosie," she said, her voice steady and confident. "A weak-to-strong woman who ascended to a great position to prove her worth," her eyes locked onto Reginald's, and for a moment, they seemed to bore into his very soul. "I am a single mother, ready to face obstacles."

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

She nods, “You’re welcome, My Queen.” Celine leans into Rosie, wrapping an arm around her, “I’m not your Queen. You’re not a wolf.” Rosie looks up at her almost incredulous, “I live on your lands; I work for you. You are My Queen, Celine. You might not be my Luna, but you are My Queen.” Celine sniffs and nods. She looks down at the stick in her hands, it was negative. Celine lets out a deep breath, and nods. “Are you happy, or disappointed?” Celine shakes her head,

“I don’t…” “The dare is clear, Rosie,” Cassie said, not unkindly, but with an unyielding finality. She was back on her throne, but the throne was now stained, and her power was absolute. “A name. And a demonstration. You can use a pillow. Or… a volunteer.” Her gaze flicked, for the briefest moment, toward Brody, who was watching Rosie with a new, predatory interest. Rosie’s cheeks burned crimson. She wrung her hands in her lap. The room waited. It was Debby, her friend, who gave her a tiny, almost imperceptible nod of encouragement.