Rosier Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Harry Evermore was the forensics department's techno-geek. He was a wizard with anything related to computers and machines. He was tall, skinny with shoulder-length black hair and glasses. Likewise, he didn't need the glasses, though. He had a perfect vision, but they made him look nerdy. He was also a werewolf, an omega to be precise. “Harry, can you hook up the dashcam to my laptop?” asked Clara, the object of his affection. “We'll be able to see things a lot better on my screen.”

It was found that the Werewolves were highly partial to the sweeter and flowery scent of some human's blood as they had found that the humans who exude these scents to have blood that tastes honeyed, floral, and crystal clear – which invigorates them like nothing else could. But Roselle's scent… Romeo had noticed it ever since the first time he met her. Every time he inhaled the air anywhere near her, he could smell her scent and to him, it was the sweetest perfume he had ever smelled. He did not even dare to imagine how her scent would change once she was bitten or bleeding.

That wasn't a good sign at all. "Michaelson," Jordan called. "Your order is ready." He said, handing the pastries to me. "Thank you. Could you hold it for a bit, I'm coming." I said and hurriedly left him without hearing his response. I needed to do some damage control. I scanned the room and eventually found Rosa standing in one of the booths. I walked up to her but was shocked at the scene before me. Harry was all over another girl, making out with no care for the world. I was dumbfounded both by his behaviour and by Rosa's reaction.

I watched the interaction between them with a slight curve at the corner of my lips. Holding the lead rope around her neck, I led her out of the stable. Leaving her with Stella, I walked back into the stable, spotting Aaron in front of a brown horse, holding out a half-bitten apple to it. I arched a brow, walking towards them. The horse naturally spotting me before the stable boy. “Lord Oliver,” he stumbled snapping his gaze to mine, his arm still held out towards the horse. “How many times do I need to remind you to just call me Oliver?”

“Isn’t that--” “Yeah. We’re not sure.” he was quick to respond to Oswald who noticed too. “Jin, get a better look closer. She hasn’t seen your face yet.” “Why me?” Jin complained before frowning, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets before casually walking around until he was close enough that he could see Rojean’s face clearly and check out Lucas’ appearance before going back to Theo and Oswald. Lucas and Rojean were getting chocolates and Theo couldn’t help but think for a moment how Sei liked her chocolates as well. It was Sei, he thought but he still wasn’t so sure. He had no direction here to follow.

If she could just find a way out…. A loud click. She spun. The door behind her creaked open. Not the hallway door. The panel behind the bookcase. A man stepped through the narrow passageway, dark curls damp with sweat, a gun in one hand, blood on the other. His shirt clung to his sculpted torso, open down to the middle of his chest, smeared with soot. But it was his eyes, those ice-blue eyes that rooted her to the floor. Alonso.

"Happy? Besides Audrey, I can also plant roses for you." Her hair was deliberately taken care of, giving a gust of fragrance, smothering Jeffrey to turn his head. He recalled my messy hair sweating as I worked in the garden. I held a hoe almost as tall as myself every day and wore wide overalls. When I saw him coming, I stood up and laughed. I was just like a kangaroo. He had seen what a real flower girl was like, which was why he was disgusted by Joanna now. Thinking of this, Jeffrey frowned in disgust and pushed away the neatly dressed Joanna.

"We have a pack meeting in two days, might as well do it then." "Sounds like a plan." Harriet jumped up, clasping her hands together. "Do you wanna hear about what our Rosie Posie did?" "What did you do, Rose?" Orion's eyebrow raised. Before I could speak up, Harriet blurted out. "She heard a voice!" Both Orion and Alastor stared at her before their eyes filled with wonder and confusion landed on me. "Um, yeah...I was focusing on the mist-filled woods, and all of a sudden, I heard someone screaming, "Help me!" I don't know anything else, though." I gnawed on the inside of my cheek.

Professor Howl stepped into the room and made his way to his desk in the front. A woman followed behind him with silver hair cut in a pixie style and big green eyes, equipped with long lashes. She looked a little younger than Professor Howl and she wore a purple cloak with the hood down and a wand with purple and white gemstones covering the black leather handle, which was tucked in the belt loop of her skinny black jeans. Her waist was slender, but her hips were wide, which was evident in the tight clothing she wore. “Everybody, this is my sister, Professor Rosan. She’s here as a special guest to teach you all about charms,” Professor Howl said as he took his seat at his desk.

Explained Reina with distaste. "Who is the sister of Rose, her name...?" Harry couldn't remember who the girl's name is. "Ah... Lisa." Harry remembered. The little girl...ah ya, maybe not little anymore. "She is so Untouchable like she owned the school... She is nice sometimes but she could be so sadistic...she could be seen as someone who likes something romantic, sad ... Or...soft, but she is actually very gore." "And she is acting as the president of the alpha's fans club?!"