Rosetta From Tinkerbell Novels & Stories

“If you’re reading this, it means you’ve found the truth. Esteban can be trusted. He’s your only ally. Protect him. The future depends on it.” Her father’s handwriting. Before she could react, the wall behind Esteban exploded inward, sending them both crashing to the floor. Smoke poured in, and shadows loomed in the haze. Gunfire. Esteban shoved her behind the overturned desk. "Run!" "Not without you!" "They’ll kill you!" She kissed him, fast and fierce, then slipped the folder into her apron and sprinted for the bookcase. Shots whizzed past her, one grazing her arm. She cried out but didn’t stop.

Her voice growls, startling the crowd. “Stop making things difficult for me.” Rosetta grabs her long, silk hair, pulling up her face, and threatens her. “L-LET ME GO!” The girl reveals her sharp claws, attempting to transform. The crowd shows disappointment. Half of the Alphas demand their money back. Rage shrouds Rosetta’s face and she glances at Vincent hiding behind the curtains. He gives her a signal. In a flash, she scratches that girl’s face with her claws and shoves her onto the floor. The girl screams, crying her lungs out.

Tabitha asked Sawyer who in turn glanced at my wolf. “Let's see…Well Tektite holds dark energy, um Rose Quartz should help but where to find some?” I questioned Rinn and she explained it to Sawyer. Sawyer groaned as he repeated what I said to his mate and glanced back at the direction we had traveled. Laughing Tabitha pulled off her pinky ring and presented it to him. “It's rose quartz but she can't wear it as Wolf and unlike us, she can't shift with jewelry on,” she sighed.

A dazed look flickered in the witch’s eyes as if she were lost in thought. Arah gripped the top of the armchair, her fingers anxiously digging into the leather. “Is there... a problem, Roselia?” The question jolted Roselia out of her trance. She blinked rapidly and turned to Arah. Her lips curved into a reluctant smile. “Ah, I just find it fascinating altogether. I’ve never seen the likes of it—bringing a sentient being back to life with a mystical tattoo… of all things.”

As she struggled to get out of their grips. "Who are you and what do you want? ” I barked. The girl seemed scared and helpless.” I’m Edriana Rose, witch of the sorceress’ circle, forced to become Rouge. ” she concluded. I looked at her, cuts and bruises were visible in her skin. She looked pale and starved. She must have been abused. "Penelope, get her treated and then bring her to me in my office,” I Said. She nodded and quickly took this Edriana wherever it was she was going.

Her eyes snapped to me, I almost smirked at the dullness. "I'm Rosette." She said quietly, in my own voice. A tremor shook me, a flash of recognition of a different kind. "We're chosen because we're reincarnation." I looked at her. "I'm your reincarnation." She smiled with relief and her head tilted. "Oh, thank Goddess!" She noted my confused expression, waving her hands to further explain. "Because of our," she gestured between us, "connection, I'm not allowed to tell you exactly why we look alike, only try guide you to the answer yourself." She rose a finger, a knowing look. "Don't ask, it's some mystical, Goddess thing and you'll just get a headache."

“I told you it would be an illusion. I told you exactly what to expect. You had every advantage. And still… you fell like a pup in the woods.” Tania swallowed, trembling. “I—I was ready, but… when the moment came, I panicked.” Rosetta’s eyes gleamed, not just with fury but disappointment. Then her head tilted, a predator scenting something sour. “The potion. The one I gave you this morning. Did you drink it?” Tania’s silence answered before her words did. “My cat… she knocked it over by accident. I didn’t get to take it.” For a moment, the chamber went still. Then Rosetta let out a sharp bark of laughter cold and humorless.

“so sweet, so tempting.” Who was Rosetta? She hadn’t activated the necklace so she had zero memories of this world or who owned the body, all she knew was that her body wanted something—it ached desperately—ached for him. His hand moved lower to cup her breast, and kneaded the flesh, his thumb circling her now-hardened nipple. “Ahmmm” she moaned, her body arched. He broke away from her neck, his gaze locked onto hers as he continued to play with her nipple.

It felt as if she was taken up into a whirlwind, spun around crazily and then dropped to the ground – all in a matter of seconds. "Now, let's go." He came back fast and scooped her up again. "You need to eat to regain your strength." … That afternoon, Romeo took great care of Roselle's every single need. He coaxed her to drink the incredibly awful tasting medicine Leon had brewed for her. It honestly tasted like it came from a witches' brewing cauldron. Roselle could not help but stick her tongue out every time she took a mouthful, causing those looking on to chuckle at her making funny faces.

I laugh unknowingly, it must've have worked then. ''Stop it, Rose.'' I mutter under my breath as I close my eyes, trying to remove the images of his face but I fail miserably when I realise that the more I try, the more I see. ''Great, he must've casted a spell.'' I laugh, feeling like an idiot. I mean, what kind of woman sits on the ground, who talks to herself and laugh all of a sudden? Right. Me.