Danielle Rose Russell Stranger Things Novels & Stories

“Dania left without me. She had other plans, I guess. So, I’m stuck waiting until my driver gets here.” Something inside Rose tugged. Danielle had helped her—quietly, bravely—by telling her Jesse was the one behind the rumor. Rose hadn’t forgotten. This was her chance to repay the favor. Without hesitation, Rose walked up to where Danielle was standing. “Hi." She greeted, making Danielle turn to look at her. “H-hello, Roseline." Danielle replied gently, slightly surprised by her presence along with Sandra and Kehlani who finally caught up with Rose. She also greeted them to which they responded with a smile.

Despite the struggle, she tries to follow the stranger's guidance, her breaths slow and deliberate, gradually steadying her racing heart. Nestled against the stranger's chest, Rose is overcome by a wave of relief as she inhales the comforting scent emanating from his jacket. Her face presses closer, seeking solace and grounding in this unexpected sanctuary. After what feels like an eternity, Rose's senses begin to return, her mind clearing from the fog of panic. She looks up, her eyebrows furrowing into a puzzled expression as she mumbles the name that comes to her lips, "Blaze -"

He finished his talking looking at her, "And one more thing Rose, if anything happens to Damian because of your irresponsibility or negligence then I will personally kill you, keep this thing in your mind..." His face was deadly serious, his black eyes threatening... "Don't worry I'll protect him with my life, you can trust me..." She replied in monotone voice. ******** Simon was standing in front of Damian after handing him Rose's file, Damian was reading each and every word very carefully, he was impressed.. The skills and talents of this girl was extraordinary.... CLASS A FIGHTER.... Name - Rose, (26 years old.) Blood group- O . DOB- 5 March 1994.

Daniella froze. “What?” “I said strip naked.” Inside the surveillance room underground, Christian’s jaw tightened immediately. David glanced toward him carefully but wisely stayed quiet. Back inside the club, Daniella looked horrified. “No… no, I can’t…” Madam Rosa’s face hardened instantly. “You think I paid all that money because I enjoy helping strangers?” “Please, ma’am…” Daniella begged shakily. “I’ve never done this before…” “That sounds like your problem.” Daniella’s breathing became uneven.

Her fears are rising at every step and she rushes towards the study room. “Please be safe,” she whispers to herself. Her heart is beating hard against her chest, thousands of ominous thoughts passing by her mind. A strange pain is piercing her like a million knives and she finds herself running through the corridor. The door of the study appears before her and she barges through it, unable to stop herself. “Dmitri!” She exclaims but as soon as she enters the study, Roseanne finds herself frozen to the spot. “Oh, is that her?” A dark-haired woman in her early twenties speaks up. She is standing with Dmitri, her arm wrapped around his. Roseanne is shocked and dumbfounded, but she does not say

I was heading to my Apartment when my phone rang, without checking who it was, I picked it, shouting "Don't fucking call me again Rosa!, infact I'm fucking blocking your number. Fuck off!" I was about to cut the call when I heard a voice I never thought I would hear again. "Cade?" "Danielle?" I met Danielle in Smallville last year, which was where I met Fiona, I've been trying to move on, trying to forget them. "Yes, Cade it's me. What the fuck is wrong with you. Are you okay, Please tell me you are not high right now. Who the is Rosa? Why did you even up and go like that?" She said rushing the words out.

"Nurse Rose.. it's Dylan." "Alpha Dylan… oh my gosh.. don't tell me you.. " "Yeah.. " I half chuckle as I stare at Princess who was still fumbling with her seatbelt. "I've found her donor and I'm more way… it's crazy, but . She's a rogue, and my Beta's mate.. " Hearing that, I'm sure she knew it was her, because she glanced up and on seeing my intense gaze, she looked down, holding her seatbelt like she was a student on her first day, clutching her school backpack.

I said, glancing at him. “We’ll face it together,” Rigel replied, his voice steady. The doors creaked open, revealing a cavernous chamber bathed in an eerie red glow. At the center of the room was the stranger, bound to a pedestal by tendrils of shadow. “Daniel…” he rasped, his voice barely audible. I rushed forward, but Rigel grabbed my arm. “Wait. Something’s wrong.” As I looked closer, I saw it—the unnatural gleam in the stranger’s eyes, the faint smirk on his lips.

But then, if she’s not from Ezekiel nor my parents, is it sensible to trust her? “I will suggest you trust no one ma’am,” I jolt at the sight of a petite ginger-haired female smiling weirdly at me. “Permit me to be informal, I’m Daniela, a recessive omega, just like you.” Okay…is she expecting me to smile back at her or what? Does she want to relate to me or what? These maids are truly weird. The first one came in with a cold demeanor, blurting about saving me and then this…