Pandora Rosier Novels & Stories

As it ceased, Pandora’s body seemed to emerge in a bright light bed that was floating with delicateness. “Luara, what is happening to my daughter?” Melissa asked me. I turn my head to her to hear a gasp from her. “You’re not Luara, you’re the moon goddess.” I smile in confirmation and put her hand back together with her husband’s hand. I walk to Pandora who is still looking peaceful. I touch the light casing and find out it's more palpable than it looks. "Curious" I comment, looking for some flaw in the light barrier, but to no avail.

The beads from the curtains jiggled loudly making a few people turn to my direction. “It is her! The beautiful Goddess!” Someone yelled. I saw Nate perk up and turned his head around with a huge beam on his face. “Beautiful Goddess!? WHERE!? I want to see the beautiful goddess!” That stupid womanizer! Our eyes suddenly met and there was a weird look on his face that made me want to steal the Axe from the chief and hurl it at him. What is he disappointed for!? “Rose!?” It was Ren. “No, mortal.” I said solemnly and raised my hands dramatically towards the sky. “It is I, Goddess Roselia, who have descended from the heavens and possessed this beautiful lady-” I gestured towards myself. “-in orde

I think I know why—it’s because of Todd’s intensity these days, the way he holds me, the way he stares longer at me…… It’s making my long-controlled emotions struggle to stay in hand. ——— “How cute!” Amanda says, giving a short squeal as her eyes flash at the card I am holding up. “What am I supposed to do with this?” I say to them. “For goodness sake, Rory,” Rosalie says with a tired sigh just before her eyes light up at a striking violet peacock feathered mask. She reaches for it and adds it to her large growing pile in a large shopping basket.

At the end of the hall, a door sat slightly ajar. I pushed it open… and froze. The room was filled with portraits of me. Me dancing on stage. Me reading quietly in the library. Me sitting alone on a park bench, lost in thought. Every angle of me, every moment… Jordan had captured in painstaking detail. I stepped closer to one painting. That was seventeen-year-old me in mid-dance, skirt flying, laughter radiant. In the corner, there was a line of tiny words that read: My rose has finally come to me.

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

"That's disgusting. Is that what this king is going to think? That I'm your pet?" "Yes, we have a collar packed for you upstairs—" "I am not wearing such a thing!" "You will wear what we tell you, Rosalyn. This is your life on the line and we are trying to do everything we can to keep you safe! Do you understand?" Paul snaps and I'm in shock because he's never shouted at me like this before. "Y-yes." I can feel tears pricking my eyes but I refuse to let them fall.

My eyes were still tightly closed. "stop...no...your breath stinks "I heard myself muttering that consistently. I heard a dark chuckle and the warm thing on my jaw moved slowly, slightly teasing upwards. "Here's the rope you asked for tiger." A female voice interrupted. He stepped away from me. My legs gave way underneath me and I slowly buckled to the floor. My hair was already messy and matted and annoyingly sticking to my face.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

Max, Jaxon, and I frowned as we saw the way Paviar answered Max’s question. It looked like it would be a difficult task for us to do... Watching the sleeping Rosa, Paviar regretfully said, “Rosa is the only one able to dispose of those souls. Her magic embodies both the ancient bloodline of gods and the dark, twisted nature of demons. She is a child of two worlds, the key to penetrating the barrier.” We were shocked once again and turned our gazes to Rosa’s sleeping figure to see her stirring. Jaxon stood and went to her with a glass of water in his hand as we all watched Rosa awaken.

I grinned slightly, spit out my gum I still had tucked in between my cheek and gum as I headed back to my single story home. My real name is Hera Constantine, a five hundred and thirty eight year old le femme vampire who is a paid assassin for the uber elite, there are only a handful of us. I'm petite, ruthless and very blunt. My clients call me Pandora because I listen to my playlists on the app as I make my kills. I hate other vampires although not many remain, after the governments of the world started destroying us, but that's another story. I have one rule, I won't kill anyone under eighteen. There are others that kill kids, but I'm not one of them. I live by myself and have no desire t