Rosalee Grimm Novels & Stories

she added in a disgruntled mutter, “I need to make sure that you are good of heart, and kind of soul.” Rosie was a tiny, shrivelled woman, with piercing green eyes that shone out from her creased, crepe paper face. Her grey hair was long and curly, and shot through with auburn around her ears and temples. She looked discerning, and untrustworthy, but when she turned to Rowan, her face blossomed into something utterly different: the face of a Grandmother, open and sweet and doting.

Maybe it was respect. Still, he muttered under his breath, “If he praises me again tomorrow, I’m calling a priest.” --- Back in his mansion, Alex closed the laptop and set it aside. He reached for the wine glass as he took a slow sip, eyes narrowing in thought. Rose Gray. Owner of Glassrose. A woman who hid far more than she let the world see. His lips curved faintly, the kind of smile that promised both danger and inevitability. The game between them had only just begun.

"Is it true that we won't survive if the werewolves succeed? What if we don't have something to save our vampire land? Will they destroy our kind?" Rosaline was a young woman and the only surviving witch who had entered the Dark Shadow Coven after the War of Dark. Her long white hair was tied back into braids so fine they looked like strands of silk floating through the air. Her eyes glittered like polished emeralds as she stared at Ace Denzell. She sat on an intricately carved stone bench and waited for him to answer her question. "A third body has just been found in Nagosia forest," she said.

“I fought my body. It sounds crazy but that’s exactly what I did. My body wanted to obey his command so I had to force it to listen to me instead. My attacker was surprised by this and when I told him to leave me alone, he listened.” Now that I hear myself say the whole story out loud it sounds more than crazy. I sound like I should be checked into a mental hospital. “Rose…” I look at Paul when he trails off. The words appear stuck in his throat for a second but then he looks me in the eye and says, “That man was a vampire.”

She decides to pretend to be occupied with her phone. Nothing like a hundred watchful gazes to make one uncomfortable in their own skin. Rosalie had a lighter complexion, compared to her father who had a stunning gingerbread complexion. She has neat brows arched above her round eyes. A freckle dotted above her left cheekbone, a straight nose, plump dark lips, a small chin and jaw. She wears her school uniform and a pair of white sneakers. Rosalie's shiny dark hair was fastened into a ponytail. Cole adored the white bow with a rhinestone sparkling; in its center, and pinned neatly to the base of her ponytail. Rosalie was like a princess…

She started to feel groggy as she watched the blood pooling onto the floor around her and all over her dress. ~“Oh Ellie…no…”~ Rose said in her mind as she felt the darkness of death starting to enclose around them. -“AIDRIEN!!!! HELP!!!”- Rose called out to Romero’s wolf as she was too weak to shift now. Romero jumped up from his seat as his wolf howled loudly in his head. ~“Mate….Trouble!"~

CHAPTER 137. Author's POV. Rosalie was walking towards the old man when she noticed someone staring at her. She looked back but she saw no one. She knew that it wasn't a human who was watching her but a supernatural or probably a vampire who didn't know his or her place. She exhaled sharply and proceeded with her earlier intention of meeting the old man who was disposing of his garbage outside. "Good day," Rosalie greeted the old man who was no other than 'Gramps'.

while rubbing his head. I shake my head softly and sigh as I speak " Ok, now listen up. We are going to infiltrate them in two spots- " K barge in as he shouts in panic, " BOSS! WE GOT NEW INTEL! SCARLET CLAW IS GOING TO MAKE A BIG CELEBRATION ON CLUB XILLIA TO OFFICIALLY INTRODUCE 'THE ROSE EMPRESS' AS THEIR 4TH UNDERBOSS AFTER KING CLOWN, TRAXENTINO, AND VALHALLA." Everyone glared at K except Neva since he was taking his paper fan to slap K on the head and K looks dumbfounded while rubbing his head.

“Her practice of Eastern medicine complements global health progress. She has our full endorsement and protection.” Even the underworld acknowledged her. Grimm, the enigmatic figure whose influence spanned continents, issued a rare public statement of allegiance. “Arla-Rosa Hernandez is untouchable. Any harm against her is against me. Consider this a warning.” Few knew Grimm’s true identity...Cedric Fleming, but the message resonated like thunder.