Rosie Fanart Novels & Stories

I never could have prepared myself for what I saw. Mason was sitting on his bed, and the Omega that gave him a seductive smile at school, was sitting next to him. Masons' head shot up, his face filled with panic. 'Mate has been marked by that she-wolf. 'REJECT HIM!' She screamed. My eyes wandered to his neck, where I saw it. She marked him. I was in shock. I couldn't do anything but stare at the mark.

“I can’t believe you’re actually doing this. I am going to miss you.” “I have to Amber. I need this more than anyone knows.” Rosalie smiled happily as they broke away. She gently moved her long, loose dark brown curls from her gently tanned face. She never liked makeup and her face sure showed it. Though long faced she had a sharp jaw and a flawless complexion. She had a fringed bang to help support the long hair, making her appear a little younger then she was.

Bernard complimented her when she joined him in the car. Rosie wore a deep blue knee-length damask dress with exaggerated sleeves. Her hair was tied up in a bun showing off a clear view of her face. Her brows were well groomed and her eye makeup, a darker shade of her ebony satin skin giving her eyes a significant pop of color. She paid a great deal of attention to her face contour which made her already pointy nose keen and more pointed. And she had a single layer of nude lipstick on. Overall, she was extremely gorgeous.

I frowned, remembering how she dips her fries into her ice cream. Rosie snapped her eyes towards me and glare, “stop judging my way of eating ice cream.” “I’m not judging. You are just weird.” “Fuck off.” Rosie then turned her attention back to the album. She flipped to the next page. It was now a photo of three people, which I assume is Rosie along with her dad and mom. Both her mom and dad are posing for a peace sign, while Rosie’s attention are diverted to who knows where. “Any story for this?”

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

Callan was a fierce and domineering man who was just silenced by his sweet mother. “If you need any help figuring things out, my coven and I would be honoured to help you, Ayla.” “Thank you, Rosie, I might take you up on that.” I smiled but quickly looked across the room to Callan, who was still watching Rosie carefully. Rosie stood up and took something out of her jacket pocket; she placed a small white bundle in her mouth and bit down. She moved her arm across the front of her body as smoke seemed to flow from her hand, wrapping around her like a vaporous blanket. I stood up, afraid that Rosie was about to self-ignite, when a bright light flashed in the room, making me look away to shield

Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself. Sighing, she took the frame from the table where there was a picture of Sei in it. Typical Sei with a frown on her face. She swore if they age, Sei would look so much younger seeing as she wouldn’t have wrinkles that formed over the years due to her not knowing how to smile. But it was too late, Rojean thought, Sei was gone and she had put herself into this situation because she somewhat felt connected to the woman she’s never heard of her entire life.

Her dyed maroon hair spiraled down in curls matching her lips in color. “Evening Alpha.” She smiled through her very pouty lips. “Can i help you- As Jace was about to ask her what she needed. She pulled open the coat, exposing a very lacey bra and matching patnies. “I was thinking I could help you.” Rosie had a seductive smile playing on her lips as she spoke. Jace’s eyes wandered down her perfectly placed curves and breast. He gritted his teeth any other time this may have been the perfect stress reliever but for some reason he just got annoyed.

Jeffrey got up and jumped up and down to get there. He thought the flowers had bloomed, and I was back. But how could a rose that was uprooted bloom? He opened the iron gate of the rose garden and found that the land was loose. He saw Joanna holding a small hoe, squatting on the ground, and plowing bit by bit. "Look, Jeffrey, I want the roses I planted to bloom all over the garden." Without waiting for him to respond, Joanna, who was wearing high fashion and exquisite makeup-, hugged him. "Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you."

He did not want to hurt her, but she kept appearing in his head, intruding his safe space, where he was free to express himself. Rosie gingerly removed every piece of clothing from her body while swaying to some light blues coming from God-knows-where. She teases him, flaunting her round and luscious breasts in his face and reaching for the pink nipples that were rock hard and hurt with seething desires. "You... Are a work of Art, Cherry." Darian acknowledged, quite enchanted by her.