Rosita Espinosa Novels & Stories

Happy before life happened. Then— knock knock. “Who's there?” Isidora called standing up. She opened the door and squealed excitedly. “Rosalia!” Rosalia Navarro stepped in. She was a second year-student. Emerald eyes. 20. Tall with a model's build and warm energy. She wore a short flair gown that brought out her hourglass figure. She had short hair– a mix of fiery red and brown, like autumn. She smelled like Vanilla and sunshine. Isidora hugged her tightly. “I missed you!”

Three dots appeared instantly. SOFIA: WHAT WOMAN. Me: Rosa. A full ten seconds passed. Then— SOFIA: THE Rosa??? SOFIA: Public dating rumor Rosa??? SOFIA: OH MY GOD.

she muttered dryly. “Why would she do that?” “Because her daughter is allergic to animals.” “I thought she had a pet named kito.” “Short for mosquito, basically it's the only known animal she isn't allergic to.” I blinked in shock. “So… she domesticated a mosquito and made it a pet.” “Who knows… I've never seen the said pet.” “I see…” My eyes zipped around the crowd searching for an escape. “I'm still waiting, Rosie. I can't believe you now hide things from me—your best friend.”

She replied " Okay, go meet her then" Rosita replied " Sure? Will you be okay?" She asked "Sure, go ahead. I will be fine" Rosita replied with a smile. " I will make it up to you, I promise" she replied She left Rosita at the store and called the unknown number. "keep an eye on her and take action. She uses a blue corolla care and she packed at spot 2 in the packing lot".

They left when they finished preparing for us. "By the way, I am Rosita, wife of King Alpha, Rodrigo. And you are?" "Erica," I answered her briefly. "Nice to meet you, Erica!" she said while smiling at me. "You must have been told why you are here, aren't you, Erica?" she asked me. "I know you were surprised by what they said, and maybe, we had the same thought before I first came here that it is all just a dream," she said. "If that's what you think, you're wrong because it's all true!" she continued.

I happily accepted it and was comforted by the warmth coming from her hands, “T-Thank you, I’m Rosita, just Rosy for short,” “Alright Rosy, would you like for me to tour you around the working area while waiting for the boss to arrive? I can teach you the basics around the mansion,” Pau playfully winked. “Sure, that would be a big help,” I genuinely smiled and immediately thought that she was kind. “Can we join you guys?” A handsome man with bright blue highlights of hair approached us together with a brown-haired one. “Hello, Rosita! My name’s Edwin Conin,” The man with blue highlights in his hair waved his hands before winking.

I willfully interrupted him as only one image and name struck my mind. I never thought of her at first but then, she is capable of doing just what Matteo talked about, and now the description stamps it all. Rosita, the Interagent. She was responsible for this but why? And how dare she? I hung up the call with Matteo and called the psychotic woman who thinks so highly of herself. Well, she is. "Just when I thought I wouldn't be wearing a smile today" Her sexy voice sounded from the other end of the phone, "You figured it out faster than I expected. So powerful"

A name that haunted him even to this day. Rosetta Angelina Ferreira, age twenty-two, born in Alexander Bay, South Africa. The mother of his daughter was the mother of his brother’s son. It seemed impossible and yet there it was, in black and white. He continued to stare at the document, willing the name to change in front of his very eyes. Rosetta had gone from France where she had a child with one Vigano, to South Africa where she met him.

A joke to myself. “All done.” I smiled at her, and handed her a cloth to wrap around her till Theodore was back. Go to Jamira’s room, and wait. Theodore will be back soon with clothes.” She nodded okay, and walked to the room. I notice she doesn’t really fight back much. I would have to give her some time to know she can say no, and ask for stuff. That she doesn’t have to do something she doesn’t want to. I went down the stairs and brought Rosalita up next. I was not going to be surprised this time. Unlike her sister, she got undressed easily, and got in the tub with no encouragement. She was definitely brave. She did not even hide her body. She looked no better than her sister. If anything…

The last thing he saw was the henchmen walking closer to him with sinister smiles on their faces. *** Rosita's head throbbed as she slowly regained consciousness, blinking up at the night sky. As the cool night air touched her skin, she was cold, sweat dried on her skin from the chill air. All the memories from the morning run on an unforgiving reel in her brain—being manhandled by one of Ximena's men, despite her pleas not to be harmed. Sitting up on the cold floor, she stared at the horrific sight unfolding around her. The courtyard was littered with the lifeless bodies of Deangelo's henchmen, being hurriedly dragged toward a roaring fire by Hugo and his men.