Rosetta From Tinkerbell Novels & Stories

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i stared at the shattered piece of tequila glass she had scattered all over the fluffy rug, ‎ ‎ ‎Rosette moved back, suddenly fuming with blinding rage, ‎ ‎ ‎"She has a fiancé?" She boiled. ‎ ‎ ‎— ‎ ‎ ‎"Answer me Lucas Lorenzo or this next bottle goes straight,into your heart...," she seethed. ‎ ‎ ‎"....Tsk" I chuckled, ‎ ‎ ‎"Do it Rosette, —and I promise you on Maddie's life Rosette , that Not even the calvary monarchs will find your remains."

She smirks at Greyson, “Greyson, you wanna learn a cool trick with crystals?” Greyson grins and takes the two crystals she’s holding out to him. It takes a couple of minutes for Greyson to learn the magic, cast it himself, and learn how to move the crystals once they’re in place. Rosie sends one of hers to the far side of the room and sets it there. “What are those?” She starts walking over to look at the cave wall she’s now illuminated.

When she thought she found it she gently pushed it out telling it what she wanted it to do. “Rosalie.” Ryan screamed as he grabbed her shoulders. She looked over at him but the magic did not stop. It completed what she had told it to. Mama Chika was in shock as she looked around. Ryan quickly led Rosalie over to a table where he forced her to sit. “Rosalie.”

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.

Different tube of crystals sticks everywhere and those fireflies- Oh, fairies? They were tiny that I thought they were fireflies... When one of those tiny creatures may be said "hi" to her when it plays in front of her face, she realized they were fairies. How cute omg! Tinker Bell is real! She danced with them while they fly around her body as if they wanted to lift her. "Aww! This is so fun! Maybe you guys need more pixie dust to make me float," she talks to them pretending she can understand what they're doing.

The others beside me, subtly shifted uncomfortably, but I caught unto that. Rosette turned, seeming feeling our presence. I watched her earlier expressionless face turn excited, as her lips spread into a huge smile. “Talon!!” She yelled as she ran towards me. She wanted to jump on me, like she had always done in the past. But I had a mate, even though I didn't know where she was at the moment. I slightly dodged, and she landed of Dimitri instead, whose eyes widened in shock.

She runs out to the room, where Logan and Rosi are so I can get changed now. Scar chose jean shorts and a white crop top. I put the clothes on before I throw my hair up into a bun. I head out to the room so Scar can change into whatever she chose for herself. Rosi is sitting on the bed while Rose is jumping on it. "Rosetta," I say and look at her. She stops jumping and smiles sheepishly. "Hi mommy," she smiles and just stands there. Rosi looks over at me and smirks. "Just having some fun," Rosi says.

I had to explain. I couldn't plan to involve them in this plan that might get us all killed without telling them exactly what they were risking their necks for. I glanced at the door, and brought my voice down even though the offices here were sound-proof. “You've probably never heard this before, but there’s a file dubbed Rosetta that has been floating around since the seventies,” I said, looking between the both of them, “All Quiver’s products came from there. I thought it was my father’s but recently discovered it belonged to my girl’s grandpappy.”

He instructed and we followed. Rosie had sun-kissed blonde hair with delicate waves that touched her waist, exquisite features and piercing ruby-red orbs that blinked back sleepiness. She wore a white dress that stopped above her knees, patterned spirals flowing the rest of the way, down to her ballet flats. She continuously yawned that I’m surprised she managed to stay upright. I remember reading in one of the books that sleepy fairies are a result of them being away from their home, specifically the fairies that live in flowers.

Not a single drug that could treat my illness. Wynter hadn't lied. Silas had really made me his control subject—a living experiment. "Angela." I looked up, my tears long dried, my voice calm and steady. "I need you to do one more thing for me."