Rosetta From Tinkerbell Novels & Stories

He trembled so violently, you could hear his teeth chattering. Red-eyed, he looked from person to person, and finally, back at my body. "No," he murmured. "No… it can't be. That can't be Wendy." He collapsed to his knees, the weight of it all knocking the air from his chest. Adeline Murphy stared down at him, expression cold, yet her eyes full of pain. "No," she said. "She's not Wendy. She's Rose." Mickey froze. The name hit like thunder splitting the sky.

The garden started blooming again. I think it was Rosetta’s doing. She woke up earlier than anyone now. Tended every leaf, every root, like each one was a thread keeping us grounded. She planted bougainville and hibiscus. Even got Achileas to help her build a trellis for blue butterflies. “I want Papa’s grave to have the view of something alive,” she said once. “Something always growing.” We weren’t whole. I still cried at night, when no one was looking. Achileas sometimes stared too long at the horizon. Rosetta, though she smiled, had a sadness in her that only a woman who’s had to choose between love and family could understand.

“Okay don’t be mad but when Rosella woke up she was disoriented and asking for Rayne. Constance and I worked up a spell for Rosella to think that I am Rayne. It’s only to keep her calm until Rayne returns.” “Wait so she sees you as Rayne?” I ask her confused on how this works. “Yes, in her eyes only do I look like Rayne.” She tells me and I can’t be mad because I honestly don’t need an upset grandmother on my hands. “It’s fine but never use that spell on me.” I tell her and she says, “Never Alpha.” “Then we are good.” I say as I turn around and head back up the stairs.

"The agreement your grandmother made skips generations. Rosa, your children they're the fulfillment of that bargain. One will be the key to opening the final door. The other will be the guardian who tries to stop it." "Which is which?" Rosa demanded through her pain. Elena's eyes were growing dim. "That depends on who influences them first. On what they're taught to believe about themselves." Melissa knelt beside Elena with mock tenderness. "And I plan to be very educational,” she said, caressing her hair. "No," Elena whispered. She pulled something from her pocket a small, silver locket. "Rosa. This was your grandmother's. It contains. The counter-spell. The way to break the pact."

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

His face was drawn, the lines of grief and exhaustion deepening as he spoke. “There’s more,” I added, the weight in my chest growing heavier. “Another spell broke that day, one Amber placed on Rose when she was five years old. A spell to suppress something inside her, something she didn’t even know she had. Dylan suspected it before…” My voice caught, the memory of Dylan’s insight hitting me like a fresh wound. I swallowed hard and pressed on. “Dylan was right. Rose is a hybrid. She’s both wolf and witch.”

I saw the way the words were sitting on top of her tongue, words that weren't nice, but at the last minute, she seemed to have changed her mind. "Sure, whatever." "I'm Rosette" "Okay" She went back to her drawer and very soon her eyes lit up with excitement. She held up a single gold key with a red string tied to it and squealed like a child. "This is gonna be fun!" She jumped up and went running out. I shook my head and turned to the wall, hoping to sleep for a few minutes before I called home. Unfortunately I couldn't sleep. I was restless and unable to get my feelings in check. I was still trying to remember who the guy from earlier was, and that was playing tag of war with my brain, a wa

ROSE A few jumps later, we came to a stop and Bell immediately grabbed my wrist, locking it in her grasp, before she jumped off. “You want to come down, you answer my question, Rose.” “What’s the problem?” Hansel asked, his snout faced me, his eyes watching fiercely. And Bell pointed at my neck. “I asked her how she got that nasty wound around her neck and she ignored me!” I continued glaring at the pretty woman in a biker jacket when Hansel sighed wearily. “She can’t talk, Bell. That’s why.”