Rose Harbor Series Novels & Stories

Goddess, she tastes amazing! Rose threads her fingers into my hair as she writhes under my body. My cock pulses out, hard and ready as I devour my mate’s delicious pussy. She moans again as I twist a finger up into her entrance while I flick her little nub with my tongue. Rose is lost in sensation as I bring her to the brink, over and over again with just my fingers and tongue. She doesn’t complain this time, knowing the payoff is well worth it.

My breath hitches a little as he stands straight and walks away, casual as anything, following after Rose as she steps into the next room. I clench my teeth and swallow hard, pulling my damn self together before I stride after him a moment later. Stupid Cole, all tall and…bossy. God damn it, he’s always throwing me off. I hate that. Rose works methodically through the house, taking a picture of each room from every corner before taking what I suppose are more artistic shots. As she moves, murmuring notes into a tiny recorder she’s attached to the collar of her shirt, I have to admit that I’m impressed by her quick work and her focus.

"In case you don't know why I hate you. It's before you're the one to bring an end to black magic" "Wh......wh" Rose pushed the sword deeper until she gave up the ghost. After making sure she wasn't alive, Rose asked for the body to be disposed of. Although her body was disposed of, it got missing, a few hours later and no one could say what happened. **

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a

Rose slowly placed her phone on the desk, her hands trembling. Romilda was trying to erase herself. And Rose had a bad feeling creep over her. “What are you planning right now, Roe?”

(threw the flag and all racers accelerated their cars) :-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-* ANYA-LOGAN MANSION ROSE: I closed this window earlier, why is it opened? (sighs and closed it again) ??: (with a whisper) Rose!!! ROSE: (took an iron rod) Who's there? ??: You have what I need ROSE: I think you're after the wrong person ??: (flashed and head-butted her making her hit her back on the wall) ROSE: (groans from the impact as she tries to search for her fallen glasses and iron rod)

The first wave rose, impossibly high, gleaming red under the pale morning sun. And through the roar, I thought I heard laughter hers, sharp and broken, blending with the storm. I turned, shouting down the tower, “Sound the alarm! Wake the Luna!” The horns cried again, louder this time. The fortress stirred, wolves howling in unison. The sea had started breathing again. And every breath sounded like war. Clara POV The sea obeyed. It rose slow at first, as if waking from a long dream smooth and deliberate, a creature remembering its own body.

Pillows and frames are scattered all around the floor, making me cautiously watch my step incase I step on one. My heart skips a beat at the sight I see; Rose sitting onto the ground as she cries out while her right hand is currently holding onto a knife—signalling her left wrist, leaving me frozen at my spot. I can't help but continue to look at her from behind, remembering that I've once see her this way before and it wasn't pleasant but the last time I saw her, she already did. ''Rose.'' I call out softly, afraid if I might startle her.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. ✾ “Your arm?” I blink reluctantly at the woman in front of me. Biting my bottom lip, I slowly raise my hand and show her my wrist. She grabs onto it, pulling it towards her. She smiles at me, or I think she does, the only part of her that I could see either way was her lips, the bottom part of her nose, and everything below her ankles. Then she pulls a small sharp pen from her pocket, stabs it on my wrist, making me flinch. The pen starts turning red, and just like that she had taken some of my blood.

After giving them one glance, she again turned towards the boy standing in front of her. “Would you like to join us as my date, see my all friends are having their girls accompanying them except me?” Guy tried to approach her very gently but he can’t hide the cunningness in his eyes couldn’t from Rose’s experienced hawk gaze. “Could you please leave me alone?” Rose’s attitude was always indifferent, after saying she once again turned her head and resume her drink. Rose is here to relax and think about the way so she can execute her plan not to enjoy or party like other people, nor to dissolve any sorrow in the drink like many sitting alone and got heavily drunk looking broken from the face.