Rosalyn Vogart Novels & Stories

Security guards were developing a wall to avoid their approaching too near but it was evident that this was already getting out of control to be a mere business meeting. The door of the conference room swung open and six individuals entered and my assistant was hovering behind them. I was familiar with the majority of them through news stories about Vanguard Weaponry over the years but I had never met them face-to-face at industry events. First in the door was Elowen Marsh, a lady who was in her late fifties with keen eyes and silvery hair that was pulled back in a tight bun. She was the longest serving board member with Vanguard since the death of the dad of Daniel.

she pushes closer to cover the remaining distance between us and whispers, “but what Christian won’t tell you is how hot the man we work for is.” “Is he now?” I say, looking bored. Carter crosses my mind and I don’t want his reminders on the first day at my workplace. “Hot is an underestimation. He’s perfect from every angle.” “Introductions? I’m Rosalyn Shay. You can call me Rosie,” I put an abrupt halt to her swooning. “Hey Rosie, I’m Donna. You can call me for anything, anytime, and anywhere. I know everything about everyone.” “In that case, what should I do right now? Martha didn’t say anything.”

ROSALINA (Presently 23 years old) After applying the last coat of mascara over my long brown lashes, I checked myself in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect. I had an ick for imperfections when it came to my appearance. I slightly adjusted my black miniskirt to reveal my midsection, which was accentuated by a pink, off-shoulder crop top. I ran a brush through my hair again, as I noticed it was slightly disheveled.

It didn't help that Falcon chose that moment to send lewd images of me and Clinton. “You aren't helping matters here!” I snapped at her, causing her to roll her eyes. “Like you are not reacting to his gorgeous body,” she teased, emphasizing the word body with a sultry drawl that had me reeling with more lewd thoughts of what I should be doing with him. I noticed the other wolves had transformed and even the leader of the rogues who surprisingly wasn't a rogue. Not looking down his length, I locked my eyes on his face, watching as it twisted into a smirk as he stared at Clinton.

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

He really wanted this to be true because he had enjoyed the time spent with her. “No Wayne, I absolutely did not do this to spy on or trick you. I’m simply helping my friend, Jessica Ryan, out. She is the real Cinnamon; I’m just a poor substitute who needed to drink a bottle of scotch before I had the courage to function.” Rose replied with a wry smile. “Who are you then and what do you really do?” Wayne asked as he tried to wrap his head around the whole thing. “My name is Rose Cohen and I am a marketing executive. I work for Sage Poll Inc.”

Occasionally, I eliminate threats here, if the opportunity arises. Club Zero belongs to me. It is a fragment of my empire, but it serves as a sanctuary where I can relinquish my crown after a long day. I unfasten the buttons of my finely tailored suit and stroll towards the balcony, overlooking the main floor. I tightly grip the railing, scanning the crowd for adversaries. For vulnerabilities. For her. My gaze fixates on a stunning woman adorned in a glistening silver gown; even from this vantage point, I can see it radiate. She sits at one of the tables, sipping what appears to be a martini, and her face contorts in disgust after her first sip.

She is in the grave, unable to watch her child grow. Ramon Fridling was the only thing in her mind, Violet was hell bent on killing him, it was another mission of hers, to kill Ramon Fridling because he was the reason why Scarlet died. If Scarlet didn’t marry him, she was going to be alive today, but she isn’t.

“Why? You have no appointment. It’s busy here.” “Yeah?” she pouted a bit, thinking over it for a moment. “Eh, what about that guy? The guy who’s obsessed with playing computer games? Is he working here at the moment?” She had a bit of suspicion of that guy she was talking about, Oswald. He looked like he knew a lot about computers and technology whatever he does in his life. Or maybe Theo hired people from the outside? “They’re out of town, I’m the only one currently here.” Yohan was a bit of a cold person but Selene wasn’t fazed.