Novel & Cerita Rosita Espinosa

The world called her a martyr. Statues rose in her honor, her name etched into digital hymns, viral elegies, and whispered prayers. Elena Montrose – the Queen who burned, the rebel who died for peace. But she hadn’t died. She had become “Revenant”. Somewhere deep beneath the icy bones of a gutted data vault in Mongolia’s forgotten desert, a pulse of quantum interference sent a thousand surveillance satellites spinning. Files corrupted. Drones lost their vision. Markets blinked.

Nicolas opened the door and stepped inside, Elena following behind him, clinging to her bags. Rosa sat up immediately. She looked up and smiled when she saw Nicolas, but her expression fell when she saw the woman who had followed him. "Rosa, this is Elena," Nicolas introduced quickly. "The witch I told you about." Elena stepped forward, her eyes scanned Rosa's whole body and then her tummy."We need to act fast," she said, her eyes still fixed on the tummy. "Your days are numbered, child." Rosa set her book aside on the table “I know. So many people have told me, but what do I do? What do you mean?"

Ezra: “What are you doing here?” I asked, shaking my head at Renata who was staring into space. His eyes met mine, she sighed, shaking her head. “I am going to watch the man that I love marry the woman, an omega who came to the pack, and ruined everything for me. What do you expect me to do aside from watch?” Renata asked, looking down at her feet. Her eyes welled up with tears and the woman shook her head as she wiped them. Her heart raced, and I could see that she was doing her best to hide how she was feeling.

And when she turned her head to me, her lips pursed. “Oh!” she said. Then walked towards me like a supermodel. When she was finally in front of me, I wasn't able to move because of how intimidating I am. “Rosita, who is she?” Rosita bowed her head towards the lady before she answered, “She’s Iris, the Alpha’s breeder.” The lady arched her brow as she scanned me from head to toe, and far from how beautiful she was, the words in her mouth came awful…

"Yes." "She hasn't looked at the ice sculpture once," Diego observed. He spun Isabella out, the silk gown flaring, before smoothly pulling her right back against his solid frame. "She has been watching you since we walked down the stairs. Her hands are shaking so badly she is actively spilling her drink." Isabella sucked in a sharp breath. The crisp, clean scent of his cologne filled her lungs, grounding her. "Sterling was the trigger," Isabella whispered, the surgical realization locking into place. "But Lin provided the weapon."

I rose to my feet. She was standing behind Izar, her face flushed red as she avoided my gaze. I didn't like how my stomach fluttered. “Wait, you know Saphielle?” Izar asked with a frown. ‘So her name is Saphielle…’ I didn't get the next word out of my mouth cause Rosita suddenly jerked off the couch, her embarrassment momentarily forgotten as she stomped over to where both Izar and Saphielle stood. “What's this cheap, cum dumpster slut doing here?!”

The stillness of a woman whose body understood before her mind did that something enormous was arriving. "Elena," she said. Her voice very low. "Stay at the table," Elena said. She moved her chair closer. Her hand over Carmen's. "I need you to stay at the table and keep breathing and hear what I'm going to tell you." She held Carmen's eyes. "She is alive, Carmen. Rosa is alive. She has been alive since 1992. Victoria arranged it. She ran. She survived. She has been in New York for six years." Elena tightened her hand over Carmen's. "She is outside right now. She is standing on the path outside this house and she wants to come in and she has been waiting—"

She said with a smile on her face. “You meant Ysoria's husband.” Madam Rosa nodded in response, placing her both palms together and clutching her stomach. “He loved her so dearly and was assigned every morning to meet his dearest wife.” I blinked in confusion. She'd clearly said I was the first ever to have breakfast at Luna's garden, now this?. “Lady Ysoria never showed up.” She added as though reading through my thoughts. “Ohhh, that's fucking brutal!” I mumbled underneath my breath as I pictured the scenario in my head. I had figured out Ysoria was a stubborn woman, but clearly not to the point of disobeying the Alpha's order. I guess I undermined her abilities.

The awkward orphan with pigtails and oversized glasses, the girl everyone mocked, the girl Gary Beaumont destroyed. Rosa Caldwell no longer existed. Now there was only Rosaura Morales. And tonight was the night Gary Beaumont’s empire began to fall.

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.