Novelas y relatos de Code Rosie

Carrie states to Rosie. Rosie stands there with a look of surprise until a look of contempt rolls over her face. Holding up her hands, “My bad! I just thought Jax might want to feel the baby kicking. I mean, if it is his pup, it would be a shame for him to miss all the firsts,” Rosie says softly knowing she would cause an inkling of uncertainty with Carrie.

Bernard complimented her when she joined him in the car. Rosie wore a deep blue knee-length damask dress with exaggerated sleeves. Her hair was tied up in a bun showing off a clear view of her face. Her brows were well groomed and her eye makeup, a darker shade of her ebony satin skin giving her eyes a significant pop of color. She paid a great deal of attention to her face contour which made her already pointy nose keen and more pointed. And she had a single layer of nude lipstick on. Overall, she was extremely gorgeous.

Before Adam even noticed her, a sharp breath escaped his chest as the woman entering the room made her presence clear. She was furious. unpolite. She was tall, her blazing red mane catching the sun like flames licking the heavens. Her clothing was strong, crimson silk, hanging to her shape in a way that suggested resistance rather than compliance. She moved and the stuff shimmered, but Adam's eye was drawn to her manner. She seemed to belong to none at all. She was wild, unbridled. And Adam was caught. “Adam,” his father’s voice snapped him out of his trance. “Meet Rosie. She’s a relative of the Varenti family. I thought you might find her... interesting.”

Jason sent Cara another side smirk, then he looked at the bartender again. "A glass of Rosé." Jason ordered. He felt Cara's hand squeeze his arms, a sign which told him she wasn't exactly happy with his behavior of not letting her choose for herself. But to Jason, this was his way of showing that he was in control. He wanted Cara to see that she was right to admit this place as his territory.

Drona and the others will probably be delighted to get them. My lip quirks, and I push harder coming around the curve, so I can lap her again more quickly. Rosie is the stubbornest female I’ve ever met. She’s not rude or aggressive about it, but she’s decided I’m beneath her notice, and that’s that. It’s good. Safer. It only pisses me off constantly. When I come up behind her, I inhale. Her spices uncoil the knot in my gut. Her scent has changed recently. It has a strange note to it. Sweet like vanilla.

It's noted that she has no family. Rosie is also 24, anaturalblonde,with blue eyes. She's worked for Club Rhodes for just under two years. She was previously sold only to be sent back. She agreed to this job with a substantial payout of over £200,000.

Did she really not love him anymore? Just as Cayden drifted into thought, the elder officiating the ceremony said, "Alpha Cayden Gates, in the presence of the Moon Goddess, do you vow to accept Ms. Rosie Lloyd as your bonded mate, never to part?" Cayden hesitated as he picked up the microphone, about to speak, when the giant projection screen above suddenly lit up. His pupils shrank sharply as he stared at the screen, too stunned to speak. The footage showed Rosie tangled up with different men. She looked nothing like the soft and obedient she-wolf he thought he knew. In those clips, she was wild and aggressive, taking the lead every time.

I stopped myself from going too far and quickly stuttered, “Can we just… get the certificates already?” He flashed me a casual smile, and I turned crimson all over again. I looked away before he could notice, my heart hammering in my chest. I began to wonder if I was the only one who still remembered that night. He didn’t mention It. His eyes were unreadable—calm, cold, and utterly impossible to read. I stepped forward, signed my name on the small red certificate, and swore my vows. Just like that, I became a married woman. Mrs. Rodriguez.

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."