Rosewood Show Season 2 Novels & Stories

I turn around and come face to face with Mason. "So, I heard you have a second chance mate, huh?" He asked. He had a scary look in his eyes, one i've never seen before. I took a step back from him, only for him to follow me. "Y-Yeah... I did." I answered. I was worried that he would try something. Tyler came to my room one night and told me they stripped Mason of his Alpha tittle, and made Tyler the new Alpha. "Well why didn't he mark you yet?" He questioned. I shook my head and tried walking away. He grabbed my wrist and threw me on the ground, climbing on top of me. "Mason! Get off!" I screamed. I knew he was going to try something. Mason was never one to just back down. "You're mine, Alex

Rose muttered softly, her tone clawing at the air. Her personal assistant entered hesitantly. “Rose… this is the latest report. This morning, Ruby Moon was seen entering Master Lee’s recording studio—” “Shut up!” Rose snapped. Her gaze was wild, unlike usual. “Do you think I’m stupid?! I know everything!” She paced back and forth like a lion in a cage. Her mind was full of tangled threads pulling at each other. Russell’s death was still a mystery. Ruby had once been kidnapped, escaped, and was returned to Juan’s house. And now the news that Ruby wanted to shine again?

I leaned both hands on the edge of the mahogany desk, my weight forward, my eyes scanning every square inch of the high-resolution feeds. Beside me, Rodah sat perfectly still. Her coffee mug sat untouched on the tray, the steam no longer rising from the dark liquid. She didn't move, her gaze glued to the screen showing the front doors of the secondary greenhouse. Her fingers were curled tightly into the leather arms of her chair, her knuckles pale under the dim light of the desk lamp. "Watch the treeline," I said, my voice barely louder than a breath. Right on cue, a dark shape broke through the dense brush three hundred yards from the fence.

I start walking out. "Okay." The lady smiles. The hall slowly fills up. The contestants take their seats on stage, each in a modest black gown and simple jewelry. But Rose isn't there. I turn to Micah. "Where is Rose?" I say in hushed tones. "You said she'd be here." "That was what she said."

I didn't know what I was going to meet out there in Seattle, but I knew I wanted it, and I was ready to go, my mind was made up. "Promise me that you'll be fine, Rosie." my mother came close to me, brushing my hair with her hands and gently running her hands down my arms, like her warmth will convince me to stay. Her eyes held mine in silence, communicating her desire to have me change my mind, eyes that were a mirror to mine, green like the leaves on fresh strawberries. "I will, mom. I will be fine. I can take care of myself, and I will take care of myself." I assured.

] Fishers did not care about the entertainment industry, and if they were to boycott us, they would never find better fishing rods. My reply had fans laughing hysterically. [Rosie is so awesome, she's the best!] [No wonder Rosie said she was taking a break. Looks like she was just setting up something huge!] [She took two hours to win back what she deserves!] [The award ceremony yesterday pissed me off. How could the shameless jerk Allen announce his relationship while awarding Rosie?] [The host had no sense.]

Fully, completely, entirely Rose. “I—” my voice trembled, “Ms Choice… how come I’m in my real body? How come you’re standing there? How come I’m not in your head anymore? The questions poured out of me like water. Ms Choice looked at me with soft, almost sad eyes. Like she had been expecting this moment. “It’s not everything you’ll understand now, Rose,” she said quietly. “Not yet.” I swallowed, my hands were still shaking. “But for now,” she continued, “I’ll give you the freedom to enjoy this night.”

His fingers drew slow circles on the cushion, and I gritted my teeth. Rubbing my thighs together in search of friction, while imagining those fingers someplace in need of his attention. I'd never felt more jealous of furniture than I did at that moment. I wasn't sure how long I stood there lusting after him, with my nipples erect and my thighs wet. After a while… he ended the call. Then— “How long do you plan on standing there, Rosie?” Henry asked. I squeezed my eyes shut, muttering a quiet, “Shit.”

“Okay, that’s enough posturing and manly displays of dominance! Your plan failed; your attack is over! Now leave or die here.” All heads turn to the trees, as we see The Red Rose, walk out of the forest and onto the green. Her red cloak casts a striking image, floating in the breeze as she walks, and the top of her face covered by her hood as always. She has nine kids following her, and one in her arms, holding on as though afraid she will disappear. Also, a bloody blade, is held steadily in her right hand, dripping fresh blood as she walks. ** "Impossible!"

The anger that he felt seemed to have disappeared instantaneously. Rose come back to her senses and pushed James away with her all strength. She shot him a death glare and turned around to run off the stage. As she was in a hurry, her steps were a mess. As soon as she rushed down the stage, she stumbled and groaned. Subconsciously, she grabbed onto something. At this time, a muscular arm held her. "Be careful..." "Thank you." Rose exclaimed while she looked up only to be surprised again, "You again?"