Rosario Dawson Young Novels & Stories

His voice barely above whispers as he steps down the stairs, the stairs creaking under his weight. "The marriage will hold." "Congratulations Miss Daisy for winning my son's heart." Mr Gilbert Roberto said, as he shook Daisy Hunter's hand smiling gleefully. "Gilbert! What's the meaning of this…"

Yeah, So not weird. “I have to go back to the table.” I slid away easily or that was what I thought. Because Mr Young pulled me back by my wrist and without missing a beat, grabbed my hips and placed me on the counter - like I weighed a feather. He was standing too close for my liking, I had never seen him up this close. I could see everything, his dark long eyelashes that connected to his eyelid or the way his eye colour seemed lighter and fuller. Mr Young is indeed the most beautiful man in the whole universe, there was a small frown on lips which I wanted to smoothe over so much.

"You did?" His father nodded. "I read her background. It's...extensive to say the least. She's still young but she's accomplished more than most of her contemporaries." He picked up a sheet of paper and read, "Ashley Dawson. Age twenty-three. Second year PhD candidate in Bioinformatics. Homeschooled until age thirteen and has since skipped multiple grades and is a triple major in Chemistry, Microbiology and Bioinformatics. Completed her undergrad at twenty. First published research paper at age nineteen. Direct entry into PhD program. Notable for her work integrating wet lab and computational modelling."

The auditorium buzzed with excitement,families, faculty, and a sea of proud graduates waiting for their moment under the spotlight. But no one shone brighter than Arla-Rosa Hernandez. At just twenty years old, she stood tall in her cap and gown, the youngest graduate to walk across the stage that day. Her name was whispered across the hallways with admiration, awe, and just a touch of envy. Prodigy.Genius. The youngest doctor our institution has ever seen. But Arla-Rosa didn’t hear any of it over the pounding of her own heart.

he said smoothly, eyes glinting with that cold, calculating light, “I hope you don’t mind, but I thought it wise to introduce you to some of my associates. It’ll give you a better sense of who you’ll be working with.” I met his gaze with a slow, controlled smile. “Of course not,” I murmured, my voice low and even. “I always enjoy meeting the best.” The he gestured toward the man on his right. “This is Mr. Alejandro Rosario Dawson, head of the Dawson empire and leader of the YBA circle.” Alejandro rose, his posture regal, eyes sharp but courteous. His handshake was firm and deliberate as he said, “A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Pierce.”

With great effort, I crawled along the ground, but I couldn't move much from the spot. With this I soon heard the footsteps of my assassin coming up behind me, and I turned towards him just in time to see him come close enough for me to look into his face. He was a young man, about twenty years old, and had a wound in his head, from which blood was gushing. The bullet must have grazed him there, or he would not have been standing. A hint of a smile appeared on his lips as he pointed his revolver straight at my head, certainly realizing that he would get the money he had been promised to finish me off.

Looking at my watch, there was still another forty-five minutes until we traded off in the kitchen. Liam opened the door five minutes later, hand-in-hand with a tall man. He had short blond hair and his eyes were an electric blue. He was very handsome, and I held out my hand. Smiling, he took my hand. “Alpha Desmond, it’s good to finally meet you.” “Dillard Young, it’s lovely to meet you as well. I told my son he should have brought you over sooner.” Liam cleared his throat. “Dad, come on.”

So helpless, just like the young Rio. @cycy