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…"

He cooked a chicken dish with extra salads and smoothies which I love so much. “Mr Young, you don't have to do this. Now I'll be sorry to disappoint you if something goes wrong” He laughed, and it still scares me how the sound affects me. Mr Young has a perfect combination of honey eyed and dark brown hair that falls over his eye, his ears are pierced and a shiny small ring reflects under the dimmed light of my kitchen. But what made me go crazy was the dimple on his right cheeks that appears only when he bites his lips with his upper teeth or when he smile - “I’ll be there tomorrow” He surprised me by saying.

Rosette says with almost a sad smile. I know I’m going to miss her dearly. I’ll be able to visit after I turn 18. New recruits have rigorous training and schooling schedules. I won’t have any time to visit between training and classes. I take a bite of my food and I’m immediately in heaven. I’m sure going to miss her cooking. Just as I’m about to tell her, Julien, my instructor, walks in the back door. “Good morning, Miss Rose.” He greets as he walks over and gives her a hug before sitting at the table.

he says gesturing to the file. I opened the file and my eyes fall on a picture of a young woman first. She had ash brown, curly hair, hazel eyes, and pink pouty lips that made her look younger than she was. Name: Rosalia Dylan Alvarez Age: 22 Sex: Female Date of Birth: October 24th, 1998 Height: 5' 8 Nationality: Mexican, Citizen of America Work: Massachusetts Institute of Technology (Student) Parents: Lena Alvarez-Ortega (Mother, Deceased),

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.”