Novel & Cerita Rosalind Knight

"Please just don't run this time; I've many things that I would've liked to clear to you." I smiled, walking my way towards the address given by the waiter. God, how it has been since I last saw Rachel's face, her smile, the rose fragrance of her shampoo, the warm hugs, the food that she used to cook for me, so I could overcome my eating disorder, and most importantly Rachel, as how she was, sad yet smiling, hurt yet smiling no matter how bad the circumstances are for her, but always faces everything with a badass smile on her face. When I first met her at the restaurant I thought she was one of the silent, fragile, ones who needed support to overcome her nasty boss, but she surprised me per

Unpredictability could be dangerous. She turned back to the bleak garden, the weight of the castle, the title, the terrible fate, pressing down on her. She was Vivian Ashworth, the villainess. Prince Alexander arrived tomorrow. Her brother was plotting. The heroine was nearby. And she had no idea what schemes were already in play.

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

And my heart threatens to beat whenever I look at Oliver. "This is to introduce a few new people who have joined Knights. Some of them might be temporary but it's important to introduce them all..." He first introduced Ombre as Rose's personal assistant and then looked at me. "And this amazing, excellent fighter who has given us an honour by joining us is Arabella. She has power to take down anyone who comes in front of her. She will be our assasin as she loves to do that..." I didn't miss the mocking hint in his tone.

"Also, dig those black roses out, root and all. The very sight of them irritates me!" - Thirty minutes later, Alfie rushed into the study, clearly panicking. "Mr. Garnett! We've searched the whole villa, but there's no sign of Ms. Smith! But… But…" John clicked his tongue, pursing his lips as he narrowed his eyes sharply. "But, what? Speak properly!" Alfie took a deep breath, and did his best to finish his sentence. "We found Ms. Smith's clothes and phone in the soil beneath the black roses… along with a human skeleton!"

She didn't dare look into the eyes of the Queen she had tried to slaughter. "You sat at the ironwood table for twenty years, believing the matriarchs were a myth," Natalia said, her tone smooth and dangerously calm. "You thought you could use a forbidden rune to execute a sovereign. By all laws of the Crown, your head should be resting on that tray beside the Alphas." Rosalind flinched, her knees buckling slightly. "My Queen... I was blind. I was manipulated by the old purist factions—"

“Tell her I’ll visit soon.” The man laughed out loud. I would never tell her such a thing. You’ve been saying that for the past year. She’s lost all hope.” Knight looked sad as he nodded. “Right.” He turned to me. “Hello, I am Damien Sebring,” he said, stretching his hand out for a handshake. “I am Rosaline Easton, Mr Carter’s assistant.” He whistled loudly. “Oh really? Then I ought to drop by New York more often.”

My lungs burned, my legs screamed, but I didn’t care, adrenaline kept me moving faster, my heart hammering in my chest. Yoooo… you’re probably wondering who this bitch is. “Yeah, that’s me. Rose David.” But… no. That’s not really me. I’m Blaire. Rose is just a weak-ass body I’m borrowing, face and all. But we’re nothing alike totally, completely different, i don’t get caught like that, I don’t get pushed around, I don’t let anyone touch me unless I want them to. “And yeah… this is how it all started with that bitch,Rose”

The rain in Manhattan didn't wash away sins; it only made the blood slicker on the pavement. Sloane Volkov—known to the underworld as the "Black Rose"—stood in the shadows of an alleyway across from L'Eclat, a club so exclusive its entrance didn't even have a sign. She adjusted the hem of her gown. It was a masterpiece of deep, bruised purple silk that clung to her curves like a second skin. To the casual observer, she was a socialite waiting for a car. To the man she was hunting, she was death incarnate.

"Who gave you permission to enter the Queen's quarters?" The woman let out a harsh, mocking laugh, her sharp Lycan ears twitching beneath her auburn hair. "Queen? Please, little bird. A few nights in Kaelen's bed and a temporary display of parlor tricks doesn't make you royalty. I am Lady Rosalind of the Eastern Sovereign Faction. My father commands the largest army on the eastern border. And unlike the pathetic Western traitors you slaughtered yesterday, my bloodline cannot be intimidated by a human stray."