Rosalee Grimm Novels & Stories

I guess I should consider myself lucky that someone wanted me, but it’s hard to feel that way. I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Alayasia Grim, daughter of Alpha Geoffroy Bannon and Luna Soyara Hardy of the White Paw pack. I’m the Beta female of the Mystic Wolves pack, married to Beta Maxim Grim. I’m 27 years old with a 6-year-old daughter named Zara. She’s blind and we are not well received by this pack or my husband.

I climbed up my blankets and set the laptop on the bed. I laid on my side and turned on the movie. Halfway through the romance movie I fell asleep too I began to have a dream. *I was standing in a room I had never been in, I looked around when I noticed a mirror. I walked up to the mirror and looked at myself, I was wearing a beautiful white dress. I look at the dress more closely, it's a wedding dress. I see a veil on my head and a weird look ring on my left ring finger. As I stood there confused at the outfit I was wearing I heard a knock on the door. I turned to look at the door I was just staring a few minutes ago, I waited before I could move the door busts up and in come Tate and Skye.

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

I sharply commanded the driver, who also had a black mask on. The car lurched forward roughly as the driver pumped the accelerator lever. I cocked my gun and fired two shots in the air from the window. Then with a satisfied grin, I leaned back into the cushion of the car. The smell of cigarette was thick in the car as everyone was nursing a stick. I glanced at the unconscious girl's face, she was an half caste. I could tell from her skin colour, which was copper colored, and her long curly hair. I positioned her well so that her head was on my laps. It gave me the opportunity to study her facial profile well.

I know that seems like a lot, but with about four thousand in the pack, that is small. Rose dresses in slim cut dark heather grey slacks with comfy flats and a silk baby blue boat necked blouse tucked into the front of her pants. She keeps her mark on full display by pulling her soft straight hair into a high stylish ponytail, adds a simple winged eyeliner with mascara on her eyes and nudish pink lip gloss to her plump lips.

I admitted. Nathaniel led me to the house’s third floor, his hand guiding me in that familiar, steady way, though everything else felt so… alien. We stopped at a door, and he knocked gently. It swung open a moment later, revealing Grace - a tall, dark, and gorgeous woman who looked like she’d stepped right off a runway. She was stunning, with legs for days in a tight miniskirt and impossibly high heels. I immediately understood why my current wardrobe looked the way it did. “Hi! You must be Rosemary,” she said with a bright, welcoming smile. “I’m Grace. It’s so nice to meet you, sweetie!”

"Off course you did. I mean can the amazing Madison Ross settle for anything less." Gloria said with a smile. The two ladies went upstairs. "Have you heard from Avery or Stacey lately??" Madison asked the moment they walked into the room. "Yeah, l called Avery two days ago and she said she would come home for mum and dad's anniversary. So she should be here at any moment. But l haven't heard from Stacey since last month. You know she's always busy running the company and stuff." Gloria said as she stuffed food in her mouth. The maid had brought another tray of food upstairs for Gloria.

"So I did something stupid. I destroyed his bike, got back with my ex, and said some things I shouldn't have. But it worked. Griffin hates me. He's safe. He's fine. Sure, I could have done something else. I could have talked to him about what I'm doing. I could have spoken to Vanessa. But I got myself into this, I have no intention to drag innocent people into. No matter what the alpha says, Griffin is one of the good ones. He deserves a chance at survival. If I'm correct, they'll be taking another kid today. The gym teacher is more involved now. He can suck a glass dick. His life, I will tear to shreds and laugh about it. So let's go over a few things that I've gathered. Some of the adults

“She's my lady.” “That's so... charming.” Quick as lightning, the blade was pressed against my throat. I gasped, feeling the hair-thin edge dig into my flesh ever so lightly. “And you know what's even more charming? A dead girl. Especially if that girl was a pain while alive. They're beautiful as corpses- just like a rose. Blood-red and silent as the grave.” “I actually pre- prefer freesia. Roses are cliché-”

What if other female werewolves and vampires will instead catch Cyrill’s attention? She was definitely sinking into the sea of jealousy—as she always has every time a strange and curvaceous woman approached her Cyrill. ‘Everyone here is beautiful. Even though I don’t know their real age, which I generally don’t have any further interests in, they’re profoundly enchanting and eye-catching…or perhaps it’s the courtesy of the sacred flowers’ gifts.’ Rozelyn thought as she formed the water into a rose then eventually hardened it with her ice abilities. The frozen rose then abruptly dropped into the tub and made her skin feel a sudden solid cold sensation—making her stand and jerked away from the