Rosie Novels & Stories

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Mason hung his head down once again. "Luna, it's okay. There's one thing I can do to fix this." I looked up at her. She had a questioning look on her face. "I, Alexandria Rivers, daughter to Beta Edward and Joyce Rivers, reject you, Mason Jackson, future Alpha of the Green Wood pack."

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

She rebutted, "I was just looking at how small it is!" "Is that so? So you're here to measure it personally?" he questioned, bending forward a little while staring at her from above. "Big! My ... foot! I just slipped by accident!" Rosie’s face was becoming more and more flushed. She somehow began to feel a little guilty. Rosie had never once seen the sexy naked body of a male throughout the 28 years of her life and hence, she did not know how… hold on a second! That's a lie! As a doctor, which body had she not seen??

Rosie was here as early as ten in the morning. One thing about Rosie is, she is always super excited about weddings and parties especially when it has to do with family. Under all that tough skin she's a real softie, as sweet as honey. “Oh my goodness Ro, we aren't expecting this much guest. It's just us if you aren't aware”. She stares at me with a tired expression. She's tired of my incessant whining.

Drona and the others will probably be delighted to get them. My lip quirks, and I push harder coming around the curve, so I can lap her again more quickly. Rosie is the stubbornest female I’ve ever met. She’s not rude or aggressive about it, but she’s decided I’m beneath her notice, and that’s that. It’s good. Safer. It only pisses me off constantly. When I come up behind her, I inhale. Her spices uncoil the knot in my gut. Her scent has changed recently. It has a strange note to it. Sweet like vanilla.

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.

Daisy leaned in and whispered frantically into my ear, “Let’s go back. This is Rosie. If she gets out of here, the first man she’ll try to seduce is Prince Lucian. She’s dangerous.” Rosie didn’t even flinch. “I can vow that I will not use my skills on Prince Lucian. I will give you my loyalty. If I ever look at your mate with a bad eye, may the goddess strike me dead.” “You took a vow in the name of your god,” Daisy reminded her, voice shaky. “I did,” Rosie said simply. I exhaled, then nodded. “I accept your condition.” Rosie smiled like a queen who had just acquire

Rain kept us inside for most of the day. Lycan sat beside the window, watching the garden. "You really love them." I glanced at the roses. "The roses?" He nodded. "Why?" I was quiet. Nobody had asked me that before. I walked toward the window. "My mother planted the first ones." He looked at me. "Your mother?" I nodded. "She said roses were beautiful because they could survive almost anywhere." I looked outside. "When I was young, she used to bring me here."

Before Seraphina could answer, the study door swung open with a loud crash. Rodah stood in the doorway, her breathing heavy, her emerald dress slightly wrinkled. She started to talk. I knew she had marched up here to confront me about the breakfast incident, but the moment her eyes landed on Seraphina standing inches away from me, her face turned pale, then flushed with immediate, unbridled fury. "Am I interrupting your little reunion?" Rodah spat, her voice shaking as she stepped into the room. Seraphina didn't skip a beat. The venomous look on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a sweet, sugary, and deeply apologetic expression. She smoothed down her crimson dress and took a step back