Novel & Cerita Rosekiller Ship

It was like a sharp white knife cutting through the silent lake, heading straight for the enemy’s heart. Rosa, the woman clad in leather, raised her sniper rifle and aimed it at the motorboat that was rapidly approaching her! The figure in her scope that was growing ever closer gave her the thrill of a fight unlike any other. The closer Philip got to her, the stronger her lust for combat grew! Nox Rosa, the most lethal rose of all! That was how her organization rated her. She had never once failed before! She tried a few shots, but she still could not hit that man. By now, Rosa knew that she was facing a difficult enemy. No wonder the old master had told her to run if she could not beat him

The air felt cleaner than it had in months and the smell of gunpowder and diesel was finally being replaced by the fresh, cool scent of the open sea, and I looked over at Alessia who was leaning against the railing with her hair tangled by the wind and a look of genuine peace on her face that I hadn't seen since the first day we started planning this entire campaign against the Rossi firm. "The police are going to find a boat filled with dead men and an empty ledger, so we have about ten minutes before they start asking questions about where the Butcher went and who exactly is responsible for the state of this vessel," I said, and I watched the blue lights of the harbor patrol cutting throug

"Don't be scared." Callum stepped in front of her, his cold gaze sweeping the surroundings. "Even if there really is a killer on this ship, we're right here. He wouldn't dare touch you." Elise lifted her head, eyes red, and gave a small nod. The yacht was quickly brought back to shore. Several officers climbed up the gangway, and behind them followed a woman in a maid's uniform. The maid, Rosie Fenton, seized Elise's wrist and held on for dear life, tears streaming down her face. "Why did you kill her? She was so good to you!"

“Where did you hear that from? Who told you I was gay?” I couldn’t answer, my throat locked up, and I just looked down, squeezing my hands together. Kelvin studied my face for a second, then unbuckled his seatbelt and moved closer and before I could react, he gently held my face with both hands, his palms were warm and steady. “Rose,” he said softly, “I’m not gay and I’ve never been gay.” I swallowed hard, still unable to speak. “I don’t know who told you that,” he added, brushing my cheek lightly, “but you can’t believe every rumor about me, there are too many of them and if you keep listening to them, we won’t go far in what we’re trying to build.”

His hand clasped around her arm and stopped her from being able to leave. Rosie bit her tongue hard, her breathing growing heavy. She looked down at where Blaze held onto her arm, wanting to squirm or scream or cry. Anything. She was beyond uncomfortable and needed to get out of here before a panic attack bursted out. Blaze quirked an eyebrow. "I could give you a ride. Whatever kind of ride you want, Rosebud." Rosie took a deep breath. The room felt like it was spinning around her, everything blurring together. Nothing was making sense to her right now. "Please," she croaked out, her voice pleading. "Just let me go."

All I wanted right now was to grab Ramsey and kill him. Again, we had the upper hand because we had two ships. One of them being King Roshan's ship. “Seems like they are not that many.” I nodded. “He didn't believe the mole.” I stated and Amos nodded.

She had come to consider them not as mere subjects, but as family, and their sorrow pierced her heart. Finally, the carriage came to a halt at the majestic docks, where the grandeur of the ship waiting for her stole her breath away. Fenris, standing by her side, extended a hand, a gesture of assistance and loyalty. However, the determined spark in Rosalina's eyes refused his aid, knowing that she must forge her own path in this unknown future. With a resolute stride, she alighted from the carriage and approached the ship that would carry her across the expanse of uncharted waters to her soon-to-be husband.

“The water drains away automatically wherever the ship passes!” Alex grabbed Bea and quickly dodged to the side. The speeding ship missed them by the skin of their teeth, and ripples brushed past their faces like blades in its wake. Alex clearly saw a large “Rouge” painted on the hull of this undersea cruise ship. Someone else was present in the Nine Yin Heavenly Ruin. Just as this thought crossed Alex’s mind, that ship stopped suddenly, swiftly reversed course, and stopped in front of the two people. Subsequently, several people came down from it.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

Mason hung his head down once again. "Luna, it's okay. There's one thing I can do to fix this." I looked up at her. She had a questioning look on her face. "I, Alexandria Rivers, daughter to Beta Edward and Joyce Rivers, reject you, Mason Jackson, future Alpha of the Green Wood pack."