Night Agent Rose Novels & Stories

The waiter said, tapping Rose’s shoulder gently. Rose wiped her tears and raised her head up. “I’m not sleeping, I just need my privacy please,” she yelled at the waiter. Then a random stranger walked up to Rose as she went back and forth with the waiter. “Hey, you look familiar,” she said pointing at Rose. Rose took a glance. “Look, I don’t remember your face from anywhere.” “I said I know you.” She pointed at Rose’s necklace.” “I know that necklace.” Rose’s necklace was silver, with an inscription “RP” on it. She had taken it from her mother when she found her dead body after the accident. Her mother’s name was Rebecca Parks.

Rose woke up very early the next day and couldn't get back to sleep. She decided to check her phone until it was at least 5 AM. She was going through Andrew's I*******m photos when she noticed something. Without thinking, she called him and a half asleep Andrew answered. ”Yes Rose, why are you awake at 3:30 AM? and why did you call me? Is everything fine there?“ Rose took a deep breath and asked ”who is Isabel?“

I prayed she would understand. “Girl, there’s something I need to tell you,” I said, drawing her attention. “Spill the tea,” she said, her eyes lighting up like a kid getting candy. “Remember the night I came home crying, and I told you Brandon Baxter tried to rape me?” I asked, watching confusion flicker across her face. “Yeah, you said Mrs. Rose had asked you to deliver laundry to their place, and he tried to rape you, but you got away. That’s why you sent him those angry messages, right? Correct me if I’m wrong.” She leaned in, waiting.

- Friday Afternoon, July 25 Rose was lounging naked, immersed in the sheets and pillows where her father David and her adopted mother Ann had repeatedly and passionately reaffirming their love, finally parting for they daytime tasks just hours ago. In that setting, enveloped with the subtle scents held by the sheets, it was very easy for Rose to lose herself in some very erotic thoughts of her own.

Gina. The vial sat on the edge of the nightstand, catching the dawn light like a shard of ice. I couldn’t look away from it. I’d lain awake for hours, my body exhausted but my mind refusing to quiet. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Ryan’s face the moment I told him I wouldn’t come back. I heard Rose’s voice cracking as she begged me to reconsider. And behind all of it was Dante’s steady, relentless presence like the gravity of a planet I could never escape.

Then my door flies open aggressively and Felix is pulling off my sheets. "Hey!" I yell at him, tugging the sheets back but of course, it's no use. He's too fucking strong! "You need to wake up and prepare for tonight," He says, impatiently before grabbing my arm to make me sit up. I rub my eyes again, still sleepy but now I'm also annoyed. "It's hours away. Why can't I have one more hour?" Felix doesn't look happy with me but I'm too tired to care. "Because there's a lot to go through and if this doesn't go right, you will be killed, Rose! Or does that mean nothing to you?"

She scanned the room, hoping someone could intercede on her behalf. Was this the purpose behind her abduction? To locate a ring she knew nothing about? These thoughts raced through her mind as she met the rogue leader's gaze. "I don't know what you're referring to," she replied, her brow furrowing. "Don't lie to me." "I swear I'm not lying," Avery insisted, noticing the deep frown on the stranger's face and sensing his frustration at not receiving the answer he had expected. "In that case, you leave me no choice," he declared, and in an instant, his black pupils turned a deep crimson. Avery fell under his hypnotic influence, her consciousness slipping into a trance-like state.

"Do not try to double cross me, or else..." I disconnect the call, leaving an ominous mysterious on the other end. I toss the phone said, and lay back on the bed. Waiting for Vanessa to come out. A few minutes later the door to the bathroom opens. I sat up in bed to get a clear view. What the fuck is she wearing?! "Stop right there." Even I was surprised at the authority in my voice. She froze in her track, her eyes widening. "What are you wearing?" I gestured to the nightie she was wearing. She looked down to the slightly damp night wear she was putting on.

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

“So smart of you to make the flower’s juice into a punch, Romaine.” Anaztasia praised. She then looked at Rozelyn. The latter seems to still be processing the current occurrence. “You’re quiet, Roz. Any problem?” The green-eyed vampire didn’t yield a voice or even a whisper for a minute. “I’m just discerning what the hell the black rose thingy has shown into my mind…” She answered suddenly, making Anaztasia wonder about her uncanny actions. “Avril’s currently looking for the person who has that flower,” Anaztasia declared as she calmly drank a glass of punch.