Novel & Cerita Rosario Vampire Moka Rosario

Papa Mojo said, his voice deep and mysterious. "Do you have a bottle without blood?" he asked, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. Niklaus nodded, pouring him a shot of Grey Goose Vodka. Papa Mojo added a splash of cranberry juice, and something else he keeps a secret, creating his signature Pink Cosmo. "I see that I am not the only one who can travel in different dimensions." he smiled. "It's good to see you again, Niklaus." As he raised the glass, the pink liquid seemed to glow in the dim light. "Benoit has told me about Raven," he said, his voice serious. "And I have consulted with the spirits. We have much to discuss, Niklaus."

Roscoe growled He's truly stupid. I looked up at the sky as though asking the moon goddess, why she gave me this stupid mate. "I, Catalina Caressa Marisol Ziva, invite you in the pack lands on the condition that you cause no harm to any of the residents." I chanted Roscoe's head whipped towards me so hard that I was scared that it would severe from his body. Everyone around me stared at me in disbelief. Everyone except the vampires of course. With the invitation given, the first vampire set his foot in, accepting the said condition.

He popped the cork off with his fangs and poured himself a glass. “Can we go to Sparrow Hills?” Anya referenced the steep hill above the Moskava River immortalized by so many Russian poets. “Of course, mooncalf.” Morozko tossed back a shot. The vodka warmed his belly as the liquid found its way to the furnace of his stomach.

She whipped her head around the direction of the wind when a large growl beamed near her as a large white and grey coloured wolf engulfed her head, tearing it apart and snatching her soul from its temporary host. "Mother! " Lucia screamed as she woke up abruptly from a profound dream. She was profusely sweating and panting. She held her head as a sharp pain passed her head. She trotted towards her study table grabbing her memoir, shuffling through the pages to find a paper that was half burnt and damaged over time.

Blood roses. Rafael’s hand tightened around the fragile flower, crushing it slowly between his fingers. A symbol. A secret. Not grief. Not loss. Love. Defiance. War. His lips curled into a dangerous smile. "So," he said softly, almost lovingly. "The game has only just begun." He tossed the crushed rose onto the floor, grinding it under his boot. "Bring me Matteo," Rafael ordered, his voice sharp as a whip. "And this time... bring the girl too."

Her mother was quite frustrated at how Rojean put her claim, nevertheless they were both assured she was the only child. On the other hand, Theo Valencia was waiting for the car to arrive and once it did, he slipped inside his eyes, never leaving his phone. He had Oswald in the car with him and promptly, he put his phone’s screen to Oswald’s nose saying that Sei was going to be there. “She accepted the meeting. So the plan is just to observe her. Go unnoticed, you know how she is.”

Rain’s lips twitched as she stared at their joined hands, when they finally let go, Rose’s cheeks were as red as her fucking name and for some reason Rain was beginning to grow a strange dislike for Roses. Damn it, her feelings were just all over the fucking place today. The room was as large as a fucking hotel room, a wide table in between two leather sofas. “She’s got nice ass,” Romeo said as he plopped down at the edge of the chair and relaxed into it. Luigi joined him, both of them acting like they were on a vacation. “Sergio’s late,” Enzo said, his eyes on the empty sofa where Mr. Mendes was supposed to seat.