Rosita Espinosa Novels & Stories

“The rest were either wiped when Camila’s division was dissolved or voluntarily closed out.” Her eyes skimmed the names again. One stood out immediately—**Cristina Mendoza**, her former assistant. Fired for insubordination and data mishandling two quarters ago. At the time, it had seemed minor. Now, it looked like a breadcrumb. Another name pulled her attention harder. **Rosa Navarro.** Not just for her presence on the list. But because her login appeared on two separate terminals—**once in Madrid**, and **once again in Paris**, routed through an auxiliary design station.

Breathing in heavily, I closed my eyes as I opened the book. The First Beta Dimitrio Islin was born and raised in Pennsylvania. At the age of 16, he became the first beta to Alpha Vincent Harlyn and together, they led the Blood Moon Pack in unison. At the age of 24, a beautiful rogue named Malia appeared in their territory and was about to get killed by their own kind when he felt a strong connection pulling her close to him. I gasped as I read it. Beads of sweats started to form on my forehead. What is this? Why does it feel like I can relate to the story?

There were a few slides and swings in the garden, and I heard the sound of giggles from within the house. Jasper knocked on the door a few times, and a few minutes later, a woman opened the door for us. She looked like she was around my age. She was as fair as the sky, her golden locks were done in perfect curls with a shy look on her face. For a few minutes, she didn't say anything as she stared at Jasper, mesmerized, but Jasper didn't even bother looking at her. “Miss. Abel, this is Rosetta, she is managing this orphanage along with her mother.” Jasper introduced me when I smiled at her.

I had to give her some credits, she did have extensive tastes. I walked over a pile of steel rods that had corroded over the years, walking a few steps before halting suddenly. "Block......B" I raised my head, my eyes lingering on the two feminine silhouettes on the rooftop who seemed entangled in some kind of a heated argument. Even in the darkness, it wasn't that hard to discern Irina petite frame, especially with the soft glow of the moon casting it's light on her. "Let go you damned bitch!!!"

Cedric’s support, Prince Miguel’s affirmation, and Master Ye’s quiet guidance had created a shield around her life, allowing her to flourish even amidst global chaos. The final stage of vindication came when governments, media, and netizens alike acknowledged the impossibility of ignoring her accomplishments. Country L, Country D, Hua Country, and even private entities aligned to declare her protected status, her achievements celebrated, and her rightful place recognized. The hashtags #TruePrincessRosa, #MiracleDoctor, and #BrilliantRosa became evergreen symbols of her legacy.

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

The umpteenth time in a time ratio she couldn't keep count of. Her body convulsed, her hips bucked into his face, and he held tightly onto her thighs to hold her tightly against his mouth. With her first orgasm, he just sucked in on her clitoris; in between, he licked it rapidly, and with each succeeding orgasm, he sucked her in, then licked her again and again. Each orgasm was a real convulsion; each one forced a shriek from her. She said she had about twenty orgasms. After her last one, he kept her tongue in her cunt, no movement, just holding it comfortingly against the upper wall and clitoris, ready if any further orgasms occurred. After some five minutes or so, Rosita did have one of th

The anchor’s voice was crisp and cold as she spoke: “In breaking news tonight, we uncover the past of Amira Santis, formerly known as Rosa Pedro. Records and footage show she spent two years working as a stripper under this alias before resurfacing in the journalism field. What does this mean for her sudden connection to billionaire Montez Vitalio, especially on the eve of Vitalio Corporation’s 100th anniversary?”

“A twine or bound, one unbreakable, as her name would mean. And the reign of him who rules will be with her.” “It is a prophecy said long ago to the Alpha’s Luna, her name Ella. The mother of the Alpha’s only heir.” She kept her eyes on mine, and I had to fight back looking down at my feet as she removed her hand from me. She turned to her couch, and I took a deeper breath than I intended as I tried to allow myself to process what was going on.

I suggest as I apply makeup. “Are you saying you’re already tired of all this fun? Come on, we can go to a spa once we get back. We came here for a reason, remember?” “Alright, alright.” I wave her off, knowing she’s right. Five minutes later, Rosita steps out of the bathroom, and I gasp when I see her outfit. She’s wearing a bright blue and white minidress that shows off her toned legs and makes her look even hotter than usual. “Wow, Ro, you look amazing!”