Rose And Peter Night Agent Novels & Stories

Baxter asked after he too had looked around and clocked the man stood right in front of us, where I sighed watching Peter shake his head at the man. “I’m here for Rose.” He stated once again not backing down with his stance that I should leave Baxter and run into his open arms, where with all that’s happened today alone, I could see Baxter didn’t have the patience to deal with this man. “Are you deaf or something, Rose told you before that she doesn’t want to know you anymore, she’s with the boss so fuck off!” Burns, who stood beside us and was at the company when Peter showed up before announced, I think all the guys have had enough of Peter.

He stops in front of me, holding onto both of my hands, even if I try to push away, he won't budge. ''I'm sorry, I really am. I will explain everything, just come to this address tonight because I'll be there, waiting for you—trust me. Be there, Rose. I'll be waiting,'' He says, caressing the side of my face before running down the other direction as he looks around; as if checking our surroundings. I look down at the piece of paper he has given me, realising that it's an apartment address. Trust. The one thing that we've lost.

“I left him a lovely trail of confusing clues. Fake leads. Dead coordinates. Misdirected phone calls. A port signal in Boston. A warehouse ping in Delaware. An unregistered boat in Maine. He’ll be chasing shadows for days.” Every word made me go colder. “And since I have nothing but time,” Peter finished, “I’m enjoying the show.” My voice shook. “What do you want, Peter?” He clasped his hands behind his back. “It’s simple, Ostara. I want Möller Industries. I want Zenith. I want Harvest Bloom. All of it. Once it’s mine, I’ll be happy to hand you two back to Anthony. I’m not cruel.” Natalie let out a sharp, bitter laugh.

"The Alpha would be visiting. He's to have dinner with us tonight." Silence filled the four walls of the greenhouse. We were all too spooked to speak and even more so to pretend we were even looking forward to it. The hours pass quickly with the other consorts having their experiments rated. Even Katya asked for her tea to be rated and with my help it was commendable worthy. And by the time Plimoth ordered us to discard of the remaining Wolfsbane petals we have, I sneakily hide one in my pocket. You never know when I’m going to need it.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

"Ooo oo.. . what is happening to you? I will take good care of you when you are alive." And again laughing like monsters. Rose pushed his body and ran away and he continuously laughing loudly. Rose ran so fast that she forgot everything and did not know anything. She just ran fast and looked back to see whether he followed her or not. After a while, when Rose was about to cross the gate and get out of the town. He came back abruptly and Rose just saw him in front of her. He looked at her in anger and so near to her that she did not imagine he had come here so fast, and within no time she fell down on the floor and became unconscious.

She was really getting good at this assistant shit. Miss perfect ass finally stopped in front of a door, pulled out a key and opened the door. “If there’s anything else you need, please let me know, a waiter will be here soon to take your order, enjoy your stay Mr. Guerriero,” She held out a hand for a handshake and Rain almost laughed at the woman’s attempt to— “Thank you,” Alexander said as he took her hand and shook it. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. 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.

I raised my brows leisurely In mischief and let smoke dribble out of my nostrils again. The boys cheered loudly and clapped excitedly. "more drinks for everyone! " some scantily clad young girls soon came in with trays. In the tray was different assortment of wine. One of the girls, Bella, caught my eyes. She gave me a suggestive wink. I cocked up a brow in encouragement. The girls were all under my payroll, they warmed my boys bed on cold nights. So while the girls served us, I turned on the TV. The news about the abduction was already in the news. I scoffed loudly.

“You okay, bro?” “Never better. Take a closer look at this rose. What do you see?” I asked him, waving the half-dead burnt flower in his face. “Just a burnt flower and an odd cousin. Are you sure you are, ok? You don’t seem so” He was being overly concerned. I walked around the table and ended up standing right in front of him. “Take a second look!” I insisted in an even more persuasive tone. “Okay, I’ll help you a little. This burnt flower, as you call it, is my next victim,” I explained as I lasciviously stroked the burnt velvet petals.

There were rumors that he loved the same sex, especially after a young Pakistani-American man signed up as an agent two years after he joined the FBI. They were often involved in the same missions until they hit it off. Leonard Abraham, the man's name, never left him even when he was down. Until Leo suddenly brought a curly brunette girl to his house and told him about her origins. The girl named Rose, who was able to thrill his heart when their eyes met. His position at that time had been appointed as the person in charge of the special agent in Portland, and ordinary people regarded him as the head of the agent because his position was the highest in the branch office.