Rose Harbor Series Novels & Stories

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. 💥

The waiter said, tapping Rose’s shoulder gently. Rose wiped her tears and raised her head up. “I’m not sleeping, I just need my privacy please,” she yelled at the waiter. Then a random stranger walked up to Rose as she went back and forth with the waiter. “Hey, you look familiar,” she said pointing at Rose. Rose took a glance. “Look, I don’t remember your face from anywhere.” “I said I know you.” She pointed at Rose’s necklace.” “I know that necklace.” Rose’s necklace was silver, with an inscription “RP” on it. She had taken it from her mother when she found her dead body after the accident. Her mother’s name was Rebecca Parks.

Sarah, who was sure of what she wanted to do a moment ago, felt conflicted as she looked up at Rose. Rose had a pretty face and her short haircut made her extremely attractive. Furthermore, she had a charming personality and knew what her duties were. Honestly, Sarah had long admired Rose from a distance, but never thought for a second a situation like this would ever present itself. “B-but the other werewolves would stone us to death if they happen to find out.” Sarah stuttered, taking her eyes off Rose. Rose recalled something she had forgotten to do and walked up to her table. Without wasting time, she lighted the sage leaf on it before turning her attention back to Sarah.

Rose says, no emotion in sight, My heart sinks, confused, "Why?" I ask, hurt tonight. Rose shrugs nonchalant, "Just do it," she says, No explanation, no affection, leaves me wondering what's real, what's fake ================== I stand frozen, holding flowers so dear, Discarded like our love, my heart filled with fear. "Rose, what's going on?" I ask, frustrated and blue, "Why are you pushing me away?" I'm desperate, what to do? Rose shrugs indifferent, "You're just too much,"

BLOOD MOON PACK “Rose you can't do this to me…” Carlos begged, feeling helpless. The discussion he had avoided was finally happening. For the past weeks, he'd noticed Rose's changes. Things she would usually not do, she started doing easily; missing his calls and not calling back, being too busy for him all of a sudden and sneaking away to take calls. He knew why she was acting this way, he knew it all but he'd decided to not bring it up. Because he was afraid of this very moment.

Seven took her hand and dropped the bracelet on her palm Rose smiled immediately and wear it around her wrist "Where are you from?" Seven asked Rose didn't talk "Do you attend spice high?" He asked again and still got no response "I've never seen you,,,oh,,,maybe because I don't really attend general classes" He said and still got ignored 'Ive been coming here everyday,,now she's ignoring me' He thought and rub his hair Rose looked up "Goodnight,,thanks for keeping it" She said "You can't leave" Seven said "Why?"

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

A hefty tip. The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she took it and uttered a low thanks before going back to do her job. "Yes," I murmured, still getting used to being associated with a name I knew almost nothing about except for the power and protection that came with it. "Nikolai," he held out a hand. "It is nice to meet you, Black Rose." I took his hand, not wanting to be rude. His palms were soft, dry, and the warmth of it caught me off guard. He held me longer than necessary before letting go.

Just an older man with silver hair and eyes like oil; slick, dark, unreadable. They called him consigliere. Advisor. Manipulator. He smiled at her like he knew everything. Including why she was here. She avoided him for the rest of the day. But that night, as she cleaned the study, she found something. A black notebook, half-buried under a pile of folders. Inside, dates. Payments. Names. Including her father’s. One name was underlined in red. "Project 5B : Initiated by A.D." She blinked. Her breath caught.

He gentley put me up against the wall, his arms trapping me in. "Mmmm.... You smell so fucking good." Wyatt purred in my ear as he sniffed my neck. Shivers went through my entire body. He grabbed ahold of my waist and pulled me towards him. Sparks. Holy shit! The sparks! That's the mate bond! I really did have a second chance mate! And dear Goddess, was he sexy. Tall, Handsome, Buff and covered in tattoos.