Rose Harbor Series Novels & Stories

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.

“Hey…wait!” But to his surprise, Rose completely ignores him and turns around the bookshelf. However, Cain catches her arm with ease and drags her back to the hidden corner. “I told you to wait.” Flame seems to burn through Rosie’s lungs as her eyes went ablaze at the sight of this annoying handsome man who has been ordering her around. She only came here to inform him of their assignment yet, ended up being insulted by him.

My eyes were still tightly closed. "stop...no...your breath stinks "I heard myself muttering that consistently. I heard a dark chuckle and the warm thing on my jaw moved slowly, slightly teasing upwards. "Here's the rope you asked for tiger." A female voice interrupted. He stepped away from me. My legs gave way underneath me and I slowly buckled to the floor. My hair was already messy and matted and annoyingly sticking to my face.

"I need a book for an econ class." "Third aisle to the left." Rosie turned her gaze to the computer screen on the clerk desk, pretending she was busy with anything else. Blaze looked at her for a long moment before disappearing in the aisle Rosie mentioned. When he came back a few minutes later to check out his book, Rosie made sure to keep her gaze from locking with his. Blaze tapped the tips of his fingers on the desk in a taunting manner. "There's a party tonight. You should come." Rosie wanted to scoff but she stayed silent.

Roseanne wheezes and gasps as the hold on her neck tightens. “Come-” The rest of his words are interrupted by a blast of red sparks which erupted from Roseanne’s fingertips. She directed her attack on its face, knocking it backwards. The Undead is taken by surprise and before he can recover, Roseanne hits it with another red spark. “You b*tch!” The Undead growls and jumps towards her. Roseanne sends more blasts at it. Her attacks are not strong enough to deter the Undead but she is trying to buy enough time to escape with Sir Syron. Her head is starting to spin but she ignores her discomfort, scanning around to see where the Undead has gone.

Coby chuckled. "Well, You really eat so less" She smiled Don't smile at any other men like that Rose We walked out the sudden loud noise of a dog barking sends Rose to grab my arm and lean on me scared. I looked at her as she let go immediately embarrassed. But I wanted her to stay near me for just a little longer. Unable to hold myself back I put my arm on the back of her tiny waist and we walked to the car. Coby wanting to go have drinks with a friend and left us alone.

She was glad that it was Friday at that time; so that she’s not gonna worry about attending classes the next day. “That was awful..” Rozelyn mumbled as she held the rose in her right hand. Suddenly, a drop of blood—courtesy of the rose’s prickly thorns—came out from her index finger, making her reminisce about the horrible sweven she had before she lost consciousness. Or was it not a sweven?

And yeah… Rose is finally in charge now. Watch her do her thing.

This was twisted! Rose continued to lift the slip up over her breasts while she lay semi-upright on the bed. She hesitated for a split second and then quickly pulled up on her slip and let her bare breasts spill out into the night. They were fantastically round and firm, and I could see in an instant where Sierra got her body. Rose's nipples were tied up in tight little knots, and her movements caused them to sway like buoys on a gentle mammary sea. Sierra and I both stared, hypnotized by the magnificent view, while Rose lifted her slip over her head and off.

Chapter 9 Sean watched Rose deal with each shopkeep, owner and staff at all 6 of the 7 places on her little list. If he hadn’t already been bedazzled by her, he would have after today. Rose stood up to the short, elderly gentleman that owned the shop containing the food containers, cutlery and linens she had ordered. When he suggested that Sean should be the contact for the account instead of putting too much stress on a poor delicate flower such as her… Sean thought she’d box his ears for sure. He wasn’t disappointed! That “delicate flower” went up one side of him and down the other, ha! She had him asking whether he should sit or stand by the conclusion of the visit. He was so apologetic,