Rose Hart Novels & Stories

Rose Hathaway Nicknames: Little one, honey badger Age: 22 Birthday: December 15 Zodiac sign: Sagittarius Nationality: Irish Race: Half witch, Half siren Hair color: Cherry Red Hair style: long and wavy typically worn down with small braids Eye color: Honey brown Birth marks: N/A Scars: palm of her left hand, upper right thigh, old stab wound in left rib cage area Height: 5’6 Weight: 160 Skin color: Pale Sexuality: Bisexual and polygamous Relationship status: complex Beauty marks: Freckles Personality: Flirtatious, mysterious, funny, charming, cautious Style: Gothy witch Outfit: Thigh highs, heeled booties, black high waisted split skirt, black pentagram bra with mesh crop top. Jewelry: Ring

I shout as I grab a jar of honey I was supposed to sell tomorrow from the crate in the back of the truck and pluck a flower from the flowerpot on the window. “Sure, but don’t let her catch you picking her roses. She’s likely to skin you alive Boy.” He says. I make my way back across the street and take a look before rounding the corner to her room. I tuck the rose into the piece of twine tied around the jar and set it on the ground in front of her door. I knock on the door and make a mad dash for the woods about fifty yards from the door. I quickly take off my clothes and toss them across a branch before shifting into my wolf. I make my way out of the brush in time to see her slowly ope

he replied. "You'd be surprised-" I began before vomiting once again. Then minutes later I was about done and sat feeling weak and disgusting. "Do you wanna know what helps with this, darling?" Rosa said, "A warm bath and pancakes. Trust me, I'm an expert." She then ran me a bath and filled it to the brim with bubbles. "I'll get making the pancakes. You just relax," she said, squeezing my hand. "Thank you, Rosa." Rosa was an amazing woman. She was so calm and comforting and she always knew just what to say. But seeing her look after and love her children made my heart ache as I missed my own mum.

What did she do to Rose? "I think you've just volunteered to take the whole punishment," Eleanor said evilly. Rose immediately looked at me and shook her head, as if she knew what would happen to me, but I didn't care. "Yes," I said. "Rose, get out," Eleanor ordered her. "P-please don't hurt her," Rose pleaded, looking at Eleanor with teary eyes. "Get out before I break every single bone in your body," Eleanor threatened her. What power did Eleanor have that made her this confident and cruel?

Chef Smith instructed his assistant. Adam is a newly appointed employee and he is a little timid and shy. No one knows that he is under David's control and mixed poison in that steaming red velvet cake, that was just removed from the oven to kill Thea's baby. Unaware of the poison, the chef prepared the cake to send it to the mansion. David was observing everything through Adams's eyes. Later he released his hold on Adam knowing fully well that, he will not remember what he did. Roland and Emma along with celebrity chef Smith reached the mansion and arranged all the different flavors on a table for taste testing.

She was his responsibility to look after and promised the Lord that he would protect her like a daughter. Rose’s training went well! She thought Cain took it too easy on her, however she was grateful. Her muscles had muscles that hurt, and ones she never knew she had, hurt! By the end of the day she was able to flip that big giant over her from a charge and get away! Next step will be to do it from standing still and then learning to attack back! Rose could barely contain herself, this was happening! Everything she had dreamt about someday accomplishing is on the right track! As she ignored Madame Gruage and went right for a hot soak bath, Rose reflected on that for a minute. “Everything has

I felt anger bubble inside me. “Look at me!” I snapped. His eyes shot up to mine. “Do you know who I am?” I asked. He nodded. “Tell me.” “You’re Leah Garrison.” “Yes, I am. And you did this to me.” I held out my wrists and then lifted my jumper to show my healing wound. His eyes fell to my stomach and then back to his chained wrists. When he lifted his gaze again, his eyes were filled with sorrow. “I am so sorry; we did this to you.”

Our cab had already arrived, so we got in and headed straight for Reno’s Boutique — one of the biggest in New York. I’d only heard about the place from Marielle, but stepping inside was something else entirely. The glass walls gleamed, the scent of expensive perfume filled the air, and designer dresses shimmered under the warm lights. I ran my fingers across one of them, smiling a little for the first time in days. Tessa and I started browsing through the racks. When we reached the trousers section, I picked a few to try on — and that was when I saw her. Marielle. She was clinging to Adrian’s arm like her life depended on it, laughing too loudly, too sweetly. The moment her eyes met mine, he

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

I was curious and saw him grin. "By the way, my name is Robin Wright." He introduces himself and extends his right hand to shake hands with me. I was stunned by his hand and I really felt his grip. I can't seem to stop myself anymore. Is this what they say, love at first sight?