Nate And Rosa 소설 & 이야기

“The drive must’ve been tiring.” “It wasn’t too bad, actually,” I replied, forcing a smile. “It’s been a while since Nate and I went on a long drive” my eyes turn to him “It was… fun.” I finish turning back to her. “I’m glad to hear that! Dinner is almost ready, but why don’t I show you around first?” Rosa offered, her enthusiasm contagious. “I’d love that,” I said with genuine interest. Nate leaned in to place a kiss on my cheek, and I stiffened for a moment at the unexpected intimacy. “See you soon, darling,” he murmured.

I stared at his hand, wondering how it'd actually feel around my body— He's your mum's fiancè Rosie. I stared into his eyes, he smiled softly. “It's almost like you're contemplating between creating a bomb for me or saving lives.” I pouted. “We're just shaking hands, Rosie… nothing else.” Of course… It was nothing. So why did it seem like I was unknowingly making a dangerous decision? “Take my hand, Rosie.” He murmured softly. It's alrighty Rosie… I steeled myself, taking his hand in mine.

He said and hung up. Willow looked at Lilian who gave her a skeptical look. "Continue with the exercise, I'll be right back," Willow said as she stood up. Lilian nodded and watched her leave the café. Willow's eyes scanned the whole area until her eyes fell on Nathan's car and then she saw him holding a bouquet of roses. "Nate!" she ran to him and he grinned as he spread his arms to hug her. She hugged happily and he laughed. "Oh my God! Wait! What are you doing here?" Willow asked as they pulled away. Nathan gave her a raised brow, "After two weeks of not seeing me, that's what you're asking?"

… Eva's pov… I couldn't control her again. Rosie, my wild and unpredictable wolf, was acting up, her restless energy coursing through my veins. Her movements became more erratic, and I could feel Nate's gaze fixed upon me. His eyebrows twitched, a sign that he had noticed something was off.

"She's trying to tear us apart and we're both falling for it! Who knows if SHE was the one throwing her bitchy little self on..." "ROSA!" He snapped. Natalia hastily stood up to play mediator and applauded herself within. "Mom..." She began, wiping away her tears. But; "DON'T YOU DARE!" Lady Rosa growled, more than ready to yank her white lotus head off! 'Yikes! Family of hot bloods.' Natalia almost blurted but focused on her brimming 'tears' instead. "Please excuse me." She muttered and quickly made her escape... ***

Silas slowly opened the envelope to get a little rose colored paper from it. And he starts reading the names. Consorts don't have last names, we are to be taking the last name of the Alpha's we will wed. Silas starts to announce the names monotonously. As if he would rather be anywhere else but here, as if he's reciting a verse from a literature book instead of a potential partner that he would spend the rest of his life with. "Katya."

A hefty tip. The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she took it and uttered a low thanks before going back to do her job. "Yes," I murmured, still getting used to being associated with a name I knew almost nothing about except for the power and protection that came with it. "Nikolai," he held out a hand. "It is nice to meet you, Black Rose." I took his hand, not wanting to be rude. His palms were soft, dry, and the warmth of it caught me off guard. He held me longer than necessary before letting go.

I opened my own studio, and my days became full, vibrant, and happy. One night, Jordan stepped out of the shower, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on the small of his back. I leaned closer. It was a rose in full bloom—beside it, a little girl dancing. My fingertips trembled as I traced it, my eyes stinging. "I had it done when I was seventeen," he said softly. His gaze lowered to mine, eyes shimmering with starlight. "I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride."

If he loved me, why'd he trash me in front of Charlotte? I couldn't stomach more of his fake, nauseating love. "You've got it all wrong. I'm not a rose. I was born to belong to this land. Someday, I'll fill this barren place with roses myself."

"Rоѕе took the bus to see me during my fіrѕt ѕеmеѕtеr, thе buѕ.... I wаѕ ashamed of Rose, mу оwn ѕіѕtеr. Whаt wоuld my frіеndѕ thіnk.... whаt wоuld Sean think. About hе wау Rose looked, аnd thе wау that ѕhе wаѕ drеѕѕеd. Rose's hаіr was thе соlоr thаt іt іѕ now; ѕіlvеr white. My frаtеrnіtу ѕіѕtеrѕ, аll ѕроіlеd rich gіrlѕ, mаdе fun оf Rose, bеhіnd hеr back. In rеtrоѕресt, I am ѕurе thаt Rоѕе was аwаrе оf іt. Mеgаn аnd S еаn wеrе vеrу grасіоuѕ tо Rоѕе; thеу took uѕ оut to dіnnеr? Aftеrwаrdѕ, Sеаn оffеrеd tо рау hеr plane fare home; Rоѕе tооk thе buѕ." "I drоvе Rоѕе thе bus ѕtаtіоn іn Sеаn'ѕ Porsche. Wе waited the ѕtаtіоn for hеr buѕ tо arrive. Rоѕе wаѕ саrrуіng a ѕmаll beat uр саrrу-оn bаg.