Night Agent Rose Novels & Stories

With a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled her up from her chair until she was standing right beside him, her small frame completely shielded by his massive shoulder. He looked directly at Delegate Vane, his voice ringing out with an undeniable, absolute authority that echoed into every corner of the estate. "She is standing right in front of you," Ace declared, his golden eyes sweeping over the room. "Rose is no human stray. She is not an undocumented outsider, and she is never going to a holding cell. She is my true, fated mate. She is the Luna of the Night root pack." An absolute, deafening silence slammed down upon the grand dining hall.

After a long pause, Rose sends another message. Rose: *Hey, are you still there? I am sorry if my words hurt you. From now on, I will not bring up the name that should not be called. He is a total asshole. Astrid: *Yeah. Let's have all the fun tomorrow. Good night.* Rose replies with a goodnight sticker before Astrid goes offline and retires for the night. However, a certain person wasn't having the same peace the lovely lady had. Rowan turned from working late at night to drinking.

It was 6 am at the Raymond household. Rose was the first worker to wake up as usual. She had spent a good part of the night researching Ella but she had come up with nothing suspicious or incriminating. Her best investigative skills did not turn up anything that she could use to make Blake throw out the new girl. She was as white as snow. Rose had resigned herself to the fact that all she had left was to rebuild her relationship with Jason, if she had any chance of retaining her job. That was why she was up so early to bake him some brownies.

She asked with interest. I nodded, “I can do it. I really can do it. I know that there are many scenes for Night. I will find time to do it.” “Alright, then let her try.” Director Jane sat down again. And the others could only follow her to sit down. Jane’s POV: Rose was going to try Night’s play today. Night was just a cameo in the whole play, but the role played a pivotal role in the heroine’s experience. Night was the leader whom the heroine met when she was trained in the killer organization. And at the same time, her name was Nita.

Even in his manor where those children would often make noise, so there wasn’t such a perfect place to meditate was this spot he found. The spiritual energy in the Night-Blooming Garden was stronger than at any other point in the Cloud City. According to a legend, the reason for this was that the souls of the fallen guardians rested in the flowers until they, too, could reincarnate. Ler believed it was more likely true, therefore any changes in the blooming flowers aroused his interest. The answer, however, would remain a mystery as it should be. He was musing over this as he made his way back to the road, when suddenly someone came running to his direction.

I slept off around 3 am trying to wait for him. When I woke up, I realized I was still on the sofa and everywhere was bright already. I stood up from the sofa but what I was next shocked me, I saw Rose wearing a revealing white nightie. She greeted me and went to the kitchen. I was dumbfounded, what was going on? And where is Greg? I wasn't done asking myself that question before I saw Greg coming down from his room fully dressed. He walked past me without even a glance at me. I looked back and saw Rose adjusting his tie and gave him a quick peck before he left.

Quite suddenly, I remember a very specific, very rare variety of rose that only opens its flowers at night, one of Angeline’s favorites. Curious, I start to look for that flower, wondering if I can still find my way to its particularly hidden little alcove. I do my best to follow my nose and feel a little thrill when I stumble into their sweet little alcove, where the white roses climb up both the walls and the sides of the stone fountain at its center. And that’s where he finds me, the Alpha King who claims me. Who changes my life forever. And now, from whom I run – desperate to get away –

The hall was silent, except for Roses’ soft whimpers. Nightbane’s gaze never left me. His wolf—weak, dyin, still managed to claw through his eyes, burning red like a wound that refused to heal. “Fel,” he breathed. Just one word, but it shattered the walls I’d built. I staggered to my feet, clutching Roses. “What are you doing here?” My voice was raw, breaking. I handed Roses to my mother and clutched my chest, “You’re not supposed to—”

She sighed and looked at him carefully for a long while before saying, "No, it's not your fault." Eira shook her head slowly as she recollected memories from that night. It seemed like something that had happened years ago. For all she knew, she probably had been unconsciously dreaming for years. It came to her all at once. The Prom Night. Meeting Trish. Talking to Caleb. Dancing with Damien. And Cassie… Cassie, oh! Eira gasped and lifted her gaze to meet his blue eyes. "Nate, I saw Cassie. She's… " Her voice trailed off as he shook his head.

Chapter 4 THE MYSTERIOUS WOMAN ...ROBERT... The next morning, I woke up with my head aching, I cursed in a low voice as I tried to sit up, I noticed I was naked, I tried to remember what had happened the previous night and the memories came rushing in, there was a woman with blue eyes, I immediately faced to the other side of the bed and found it empty but did not miss the blood stains on the beddings and immediately panicked as I stood up.