Rose Harbor Series Novels & Stories

Rose almost burst into tears, but she stopped herself and quietly took out a handkerchief and covered her left cheek. “Follow me.” “Okay!” "Understood!" "It is benevolent of me to spare the people's minor mistakes," she said loud enough for the students to hear, as they nodded their heads in agreement. Rose took huge strides into the buzzing town. "Hmm, that's fascinating." Solan stood at the top of a roof, watching the women who had a strange yet familiar sensation of power. "Ewww," she said as she gazed at the scarlet blood on her finger.

“What is it?” “It's just that, I know how to handle pack wolves, but 'The Red Rose' adds another unknown element, it makes me a little uneasy.” “The red rose? Why?” “Because she is planning on staying around here for a while.” "But you told her to leave." “Hmm, yes I did but she refused to listen. Also, the way she dropped from the trees, to stop a wolf attacking me from behind, was a shock and tells me, she is better than her reputation implies."

Martinez's POV The sweet, heavy scent of Seraphina’s floral perfume inside the dark foyer made my blood turn to ice. My grip on Rodah tightened instinctively, her soft body pressed hard against my chest. I scanned the shadows of the main hall, my hand already resting on the grip of my Glock, but there was no sound. No ambush. Just the lingering stench of a ghost who had already probably left the scene.

said Rose. “Okay, but be careful, Rosie! I want you to be fine always, okay? If anything happens, call me. I will be here within a minute. See you at home?” asked Piers. “You are going to his home tonight? But you promised me you would see the new series, ‘Optika’ with me,” pouted Seth. “Hey! I promised that we would see that on the weekend. Why are you pouting? Oh no! But if I don’t go home, how will I talk to Roger?” pondered Rose.

“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.

Aaron orders her. Rose got up from her chair and goes to the side of the coffee maker. When She reaches there to start making Aaron coffee. She heard someone whispering "You know Miss Lisa was flirting with sir meeting room today and what's so interesting is that Miss Mia was so jealous seeing them together. Lisa and Sir are going to date tonight" She heard someone whispering. Rose feels a sudden surge of anger. Rose picks up the coffee and goes to Aaron's room without knocking. Aaron and Mia were discussing something. Aaron looks at Rose who was enter the office. Rose didn't say anything and was about to put a coffee on the table, Then Aaron held her hand and asked her.

Damian ordered and she gave him a firm nod leaving the office. Rose walked towards the car, the parking lot was filled with silence, she took out the keys from her pocket to open the door but she felt a presence behind her and quickly turned around, she grabbed the muscular hand which was holding a knife in it, twisting it around she snatched the knife and stabbed him in his throat, she looked around her and saw herself surrounded with armed men, she took of her coat to make herself comfortable to fight with all these bulky men... They started attacking her and rose was perfectly blocking their attacks while kicking and punching them, smashing their heads on the cars ...

The blood in Roses, an organization built and funded by Harry just so he could enact his long plot of revenge. An organization that took several lives, both within and outside the organization, an organization that strives to reach medical and technological advancements, not for the good of the country, but to be used and facilitated for his sole desire to seek revenge against his brother.

Rose crossed herself, her golden crucifix shining on her anxious collarbone. Rose quirked a blonde eyebrow, then smiled, putting her gun down. "Is this Ms. Iktapati good with alcohol?" The strange aswang winked. "You get me, kano." Rose pulled out some cheap Napa Valley wine from her backpack, and she and the aswang took sips. It wasn't like postdocs were loaded. Still, it was a good vintage - it had been a good year for rain. Dry, dusty, the grass brown. Then, suddenly, green under California stars.

Rose quietly unlocked the door and slipped out of the room. Without wasting a second, she booked a taxi and left from there. 🚕🚕 Meanwhile, when Daniel Blackwood finished his call and entered the room, his eyes immediately shifted toward the washroom. The door was open. He walked into the attached changing area. Empty. Rose was gone. A sharp silence filled the room. In a sudden burst of anger, Daniel stormed back into the room, grabbed a flower vase from the table, and smashed it onto the floor. 💥