Rose Hart Novels & Stories

Alpha Nicholas As if today hadn't already been a mind fuck enough the moment I saw Harriot waiting outside of my office door with the look that she had on her face I just knew that things were about to get so much worse. I swear to every high power out there that the moon goddess has personally been out to test me lately.

I smile and sit next to her on one of the workout benches and grab two small dumbbells. “It feels good to find someone my age. Let’s be friends.” I suggest and look at Rose who’s standing like a typical bodyguard on the side. “Oh, this is Rose Carter. She’s the lead female warrior at just twenty! Can you imagine that?” “Really?” Hailey’s eyes grow wider than saucers. “She’s awesome! Nice to meet you, Rose. You can work out with us.” Rose nods. “Good to meet you too. Thank you for the invite but I work out at 4 am. My job is to protect the Luna right now.”

she said to me as age walked, I followed close behind her. “So what’s your name?” She asked me. “Noella. ” I replied. “What a beautiful name. My names Rose, I’ve been working here for a long time now, since king Edmond started ruling. I wonder how long though, I lost count after the 10th year.” She began blabbering. I smiled at her. Old women. she seemed quite experienced and it must have been bad that she had lost count after working for more than 10 years. I guess king Edmond was really a force to deal with.

Rose pointed to her heart for the woman to look down and find herself a black hole that had showed nothing. “That hollowness,” Rose whispered, her words enhancing. What Hannah Maury didn’t know was how Rose had used magic this entire time she had been talking, causing for her words to sound more tempting to the people who hear it. “Grandmother, isn’t it because you are still disappointed and sorrowful because you couldn’t avenge your anger?” Hannah Maury frowned, “What do you know?!”

Orion “Do you think Hodges would be capable of drugging and kidnapping Rose?” Gaea chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment as she thought. She took a deep breath before almost whispering out her response, “Yes, I do.” “There you go, Harriet.” Alastor turned to his mate. “I...I...don’t believe it. Why would Hodges?” Harriet stared down at her coffee. Her hands trembled to cause ripples to splash around in her cup.

I say, leaning against the counter as I watch her. She nods without looking at me. “It has to be perfect.” I glance over at Rose, who’s settling into a chair like she’s just here to watch the show. Finally, Harlow grabs a tiny bottle off the shelf and spins around, holding it up like it’s a sacred treasure. “This one!” she declares. I stare at it. “Hot pink glitter?” She beams. “It’s perfect for you!” Rose snorts behind me. “Oh yeah, that screams Rook.”

Hathaway said ambitiously. “Miss, are you thinking…" Jones started. "With such a big piece of meat, who wouldn't want a bite?" Hathaway replied. Ever since she found out about this, she had been trying to get close to Janna Rhoads. But Janna Rhoads has been behind the scenes for the past twenty years, rarely appearing in public. Unexpectedly, Armie Country arrived suddenly. "With the help of the Rhoads family, Darwin can be firmly bound to me," Hathaway said, emphasizing each word.

Drake kept looking so bad at me that I ignored him. "Good morning, everyone." She’s our professor, Prof. Rose. She's our Spell Professor. She’ in her mid-30’s. She wears a thick glasses, wavy hair, and an elf's ears. Her thick spectacles could not hide the beauty she possessed. She also always carries a thick book where all the spells are. She said that her ancestor entrusted it to her so she did not let it disappear from her sight. Because when it goes in the wrong hands, something may go wrong.

Nikolai Hart. Hadn't it been Mrs. Taylor who preached to her about playing games or else she'd always be miserable? Roseanne smiled inwardly. Had this woman ever considered that these games might one day be used against her? She chuckled internally at life's irony. "Roseanne De Luca, or shall I say Anne Rose Swift?" Mrs. Taylor smirked. "You cannot soar high while I keep a noose around your neck. Before attempting to harm me, you should know that I, too, possess a devastating secret about you that could dismantle all the plans you've been concocting.”

she says. I open my eyes. “I-I a-am s-sorry, y-you r-reminded me o-of so-some one.” “I hope not an old girlfriend. Do you have any idea how annoying it is to hear people say ?” I frown. “Y-you r-remind m-me off m-my m-mom. Y-you s-smell l-like h-her.” She smiles and sits on the bench. “I am Rose. I am a teacher.” She has 1.65m (5’5) red hair, freckles all over her face, and blue eyes.