Nate And Rosa Novels & Stories

Rose nearly growled which made Eva and Nova jump back in terror. She accidently let out her aura which scared the sh*t out of her cousins. Mary held her hand to stop her from letting her aura lose. “Still! Rose gets the perfect guy!” Laina said under her breath and kicked her leg on the floor before storming into her room. “It’s called ‘FATE’” Rose childishly shouted from behind. “Are you done?” Oliver rolled his eyes. “Rose, Mark, come with us. We need to talk to you guys alone” Mary said getting a nod from Mike.

"She deserved it! She was so terrified with the rabid dogs barking all around her, even sending a voice message where she was crying so pathetically!" Hearing that, my departed soul turned away, smiling miserably. He was the one who had said he loved me, promising to protect me for the rest of my life and vowing that no one would get to lay a finger on me. He had smiled at me so lovingly when he passed me the black rose seeds. "It is believed that black roses embody a deep and timeless love, just like the love I share with you." Yet, he had a change of heart and loved Lara instead, believing her one-sided claims that I had led a workplace ostracising campaign against her.

He was peeling an orange with a small, silver folding knife, his movements surgical and slow. Sloane slid into the booth opposite him. The air between them didn't just chill; it ignited. "You're late, Rose," Julian said. He didn't look up. He flicked a coil of orange peel onto the table. "I almost thought you'd developed a conscience." "I don't have a conscience, Julian. I have a contract." Her voice was like velvet over glass. She reached into her clutch, not for her gun, but for a cigarette she had no intention of lighting. Her hands were steady, a professional’s pride, but her heart was thudding a traitorous rhythm against her ribs.

The morning came through the window in the unhurried way of mornings that have nowhere to be, and I looked at the garden below and watched Nate cross the path to where Victor was standing near the roses. They did not shake hands. They stood beside each other and looked at the roses, which were not particularly interesting roses, just the roses that had been along that wall since before Nate had lived here, and they stood there like two people who had arrived at the same place from very different directions and were taking a moment before they had to figure out what to do about that. Then Nate said something. I could not hear it from the window. Victor turned his head and looked at him and sa

"Nate, Rose has been spending time with me specifically because her mate was avoiding her. She needed—friendship. Support. Someone to talk to about pack culture and traditions. I've gotten to know her these past two weeks. And son—she's perfect for you. If you'd given her a chance from the beginning instead of running scared." "What's she like?" I asked. "Really like? Beyond what I saw in those first ten seconds before I panicked?" "She's thoughtful. Asks deep questions about why we do things instead of just accepting surface answers. She's artistic—loves the night-blooming flowers in my garden, says they remind her of home. She's diplomatic but honest. Kind but not naive." Mom smiled slight

"How about we have a day of surprises? I've planned something special for us." Rose's eyes now sparkled with curiosity and excitement. "Well, you've got my interest. What have you got in mind?" Nathan's grin broadened. "It's a surprise. All I can say is that it has a bit of an adventure and a lot of fun. Are you game?" Rose agreed, and thus began their day of surprises. Nathan drove them through the countryside with colors of fall making a most exquisite background. On nearing the destination, Rose could not simply calm down in anticipation.

I blink rapidly, desperately trying to fend off the blurring wall hindering my eyesight. “Rose!” Nate wails, skidding across the ground and staring blankly at Rose’s face. “Wh- No!” A sob racks through his body as he shakes his head in disbelief. “Not you, too.” My poor brother weeps for our fallen sister. Leaning forward, he presses a delicate kiss on Rose’s cheek like she is made of glass. I stand frozen in place, feeling empty and at a complete loss. It’s just Nate and me; we only have each other. Nate is the only family I have left.

Rosalinda beamed and tightened her hold around her two boys who both wanted to leave their mother's hand and roam around the enormous lawn. Nathaniel looked at his sister but not even a cracked smile was seen on his lips. On the contrary, he seemed rather pissed to have run into her at tonight's ceremony. “Hello, Rosa. How are you.” Nadia shared a hug with Rosalinda before she turned to look at her nephews. She turned to look up at Nathaniel but her heart immediately sank when her brother didn't share the same enthusiasm as her after not seeing each other in so long. “Hello, brother. It's been so long. How are you?” Nadia whispered and found Nathaniel looking at her dress, or rather wanted t

"What? We’re just getting to know her!" I gave a quick handshake and tried to leave, but Justin followed . "So, when did you two get together?" I spun around. "We’re not together." "Ooooh," Justin wiggled his eyebrows. "So you guys are just swinging to see how it goes??" "We’re nothing," I snapped. "Rosalie." Noah’s voice stopped me cold. He pointed beside him. "Now." I glanced around. A crowd was forming—mostly girls glaring at me. Great.

Aarhan is holding her so possessively like he does not want her to get out of his embrace. Zeenat saw that Shayari's saree is kept aside at the side table. "Are they giving me a niece or nephew for real? Nah not so easily. First let me take some pics so they will not deny this fact later on that they were sleeping together hugging each other." Zeenat thought and clicked few pictures of them together then Played a wolf's howl tone to wake them up. And it worked perfectly; they both got up immediately from their sleep. And look at their surroundings for a wolf.