Rosalind Winx の小説・ストーリー

“How can this stray have achieved such positioning?!” Her inner wolf sank into a dark, envious pit. Draco had actually purchased flowers for Brooke Lawson! Had they truly shared a den during the Solaria journey? There was no denying that Brooke’s fierce, quiet beauty possessed the power to draw an alpha's eye. But Rosa had always operated under the assumption that Master Draco was immune to such base attractions, believing his standards for a female were far too unique and elevated for common flesh. Rosa had harbored a secret, desperate fixation on Draco since her earliest seasons as a pup interning in the lower rooms. In her quest to claim the seat as his primary assistant, she had broken h

The waterfall roared louder than usual, but a rancid smell overpowered the usual scent of roses. Rogues were waiting for her, not Xavier. One of them was the unkempt man from the market. Rose readied herself, then she felt him. Xavier, running flat out, drawn by the bond. He burst into the clearing, eyes blazing. “Rose, run!” “No, we fight together.” Then the wild roses moved like a living thing. They had always grown thick here, but tonight they came alive. Vines wrapped her ankles, thorns gentle against her skin, petals brushing her face.

Marcus rolled his eyes at the twisted fondness in Cedric’s tone. Cedric leaned back, smiling darkly. “And you asked what I’m still doing at the academy?” Another laugh escaped his lips. “There’s someone else now. Another girl. Rosalie Sinclair. Small, innocent. She reminds me of Hana. But this one–she’s even more tempting. So much prettier.” Marcus scoffed in disgust. “You’ve got no morals, Cedric. You’re thirty-eight, for fuck’s sake. Have you lost it completely?”

I blinked at her, seeing her adorable expression of a knowing smirk. She knew I didn't hear anything she just said. She giggled, pressing back into me slightly, my hand moving on instinct to wrap her small waist and pull her against me. "This is Winnie," she gestured to the brunette who waved at me with a smile. I rose the folder in a wave back, giving her a tight smile. "Hi," Rose nuzzled me slightly, her hand going to her necklace and playing with it absently, I don't even know she if realised she did either when she stood near her mates. "Winnie is a Fey."

He trembled so violently, you could hear his teeth chattering. Red-eyed, he looked from person to person, and finally, back at my body. "No," he murmured. "No… it can't be. That can't be Wendy." He collapsed to his knees, the weight of it all knocking the air from his chest. Adeline Murphy stared down at him, expression cold, yet her eyes full of pain. "No," she said. "She's not Wendy. She's Rose." Mickey froze. The name hit like thunder splitting the sky.

Cindy said, then continued on. "That gorgeous Mulan lookalike, is Lexi." Cindy turned Cara's attention to a young woman of Asian descent, with bone straight dark brown hair that could almost past as black, and round face. "She's a sub and very flexible, so a lot of our clients that are into freaky contortions love getting alone time with her." Cindy explained. Cara nodded but said nothing. "Our three Sexy plus size girls, Mona, Tyra and Savannah," Cindy pointed to three women with heavy curves and voluptuous figures, from left two right, respectively.

I smiled as I looked at my mate but quickly brushed that thought away and focused my attention on Rosa. “Rosa, have you found your mate yet?” I purposely asked Rosa, who had joined us at the dining table, but I was secretly observing Jaxon’s reactions from the corner of my eyes. He seemed indifferent, but I didn't miss the way he clenched his fists a little nervously. Rosa was a hybrid between a werewolf and a witch. She should have a wolf and be able to smell the special scent of her mate if she met them. She smiled as she sipped her coffee and said, “In order to learn magic, I had temporarily closed off my ability to sense the matebond, and now, to the general public, I am a wolfless witch

With her eyes fixed on the ground, she makes her way to the coffee station, seeking a moment of respite. Sitting alone at a table, Rose's gaze inadvertently meets Blaze's across the room. He is surrounded by his squad, and right beside him sits Alexa Preston—a blonde, stunning girl with piercing blue eyes and the stature of a Victoria's Secret model. Alexa exudes confidence as she holds hands with Blaze, her presence nothing short of a deliberate statement.

“Part witch and part Lycan.” “She is ugly,” Alexei remarks. “Jealousy destroys a person’s look.” “Your Majesties!” Phillippe greets. He hugs Alexei like an old friend who hugs him back. Phillippe stoops to kiss Roseanne’s palm. “It is nice to meet you again, Your Majesty,” she says. “And you too…Queen Moira.” She extends her hand to Moira. The latter is in a fix, not wanting to shake Roseanne’s hand. It will not make much difference anyway since Roseanne must have figured out that Moira is a witch.

As if that was the most appropriate time to say something like that. "Who said Rayne is a human?" Elizabeth raised her eyebrows at her. "Rayne is a gifted human, not a normal human... I don't know if you all notice this or not, but Rayne basically revokes all the rules... We never expected to find her kind and find it safe to live with. Now that it happened, I can tell you that not a single rule applies on this girl except very few ones, the basic ones that go on all kinds," Elizabeth spoke, making my cold-blooded heart flutter with happiness. I had a chance with her. A chance that would not be deemed illegal. Rose came back with a girl who could not be more than twenty-three years old. Her