Rosita Espinosa Novels & Stories

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

Annie picked up the sweet smell of vanilla, making me turn to see Elsa come out of the back office beside the reception. She stopped, seeing me and smiled. "Rosa!" Her voice trilled with a Spanish accent that made me giggle. She was a Coyote Shifter, large yellowish-green eyes, long black hair she had tied back, tanned skin to die for and a curvaceous body, though she was only a few inches taller than me without her heels. "Hola, Elsa! ¿Cómo estás?" I smiled brightly at her, she commonly slipped into Spanish when she became flustered, so over the week I'd been here and she'd visited, I'd picked up a bit.

she asked in her cute Spanish accent. Rosalina was someone Aria had hired to help around the house with full time as with Lyla she couldn’t keep on top of everything by herself. She had previously worked for Adrian’s parents and was a very trustworthy woman who did her job well and had a lovely bubbly personality. She was in her late forties and had no family of her own. “So far so good” Raj said with a small smile as he diced the potatoes and put them on to boil. Aria washed her hands and looked at Rosalina,

After all, she had been working for him for quite some time and she knew him very well. Mr. Carter was not the type to be blackmailed and if giving him the diary was going to produce any money for her, it was solely going to be because he decided that she was worth giving money in exchange for the information. Besides, she and Mr. Carter had a not-so-good history. It was because of him that she did not end up with Gerald as his wife as far as she was concerned. Rosita had come into the Carter household as a young and naive 19-year illegal immigrant who had been desperate for a job. It did not take long before she noticed the very handsome Gerald and to her delight, Gerald seemed to notice an

She was looking at Ronald with pitiful eyes. Ronald looked at the person who sat beside Clara, seeing it was a guy, jealousy entered into his heart, and he pointed at him. “Who is he?” He managed to say as he asked Rosy. “This is Javier. I knew him through Oswald, and he had been of great help to me. He found out about Clara.” Rosy enlightened him. Rosy had to mention Oswald so Ronald could trust Javier, and when she mentioned she knew Javier through Oswald, Ronald became calm.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

I’d failed them. Then a new voice cut through, sharp and young, laced with a Brooklyn accent thick as plantains: “Yo, get your hands off my tia!” A figure burst from the alley’s shadows—a girl, maybe seventeen, Puerto Rican like us, her braids flying, a machete in one hand, a glowing tablet in the other. Her eyes were Javier’s eyes, brown and fierce, her jaw set like Elena’s. She slashed the river, the machete sparking, severing a tendril. Ichor sprayed, hissing. “I’m Rosa Vasquez,” she spat, “Javier’s niece, Sofia’s sobrina. You want the family? You go through me.”

I answered. A weary smile crossed her lips after hearing my answer. Satisfied with my response, she made her way to the door. “Rosita, were you aware that Jasmine was a half witch ?” She stopped in her tracks but didn't turn to face me. “Rosita, you know I hate repeating myself.” She slowly turned to face me, with her eyes fixated on the floor, and she replied, “Yes, I'm well aware.” Repressing my anger, I stared at her with a tight jaw.

“With this body? Oh definitely not. You’re joining.” She says when she finally lets me pull out of the embrace. What is it with people holding onto me so long today? “I’m sorry, who are you?” I ask in confusion while she goes through her phone with some sort of urgency. “My bad. I’m Rosalina Torres. Santi’s wife.” “Oh. Um… nice party ma’am.” I say quickly. She smiles widely. “Thank you sweetheart. It was all my lovely husband.” I nod. “Flattered that you would want me at your pool party but I…”

“Keep him that way until he can answer for the direction he ran.” Mira snorted softly. “Try not to sound like you are disappointed he has not sat up and confessed.” “I’m not disappointed,” Rosa said. “I’m unfinished. Unconscious men are open questions. I don’t like open questions on my door.” Mira studied her for a second. “You took this rotation yourself again.” “I trust my own timing.” “That is one explanation.” Rosa’s eyes cut to her, dry. “Do not invent another. He is a possible plant with fighter’s hands. I stand where the risk is. That is the job.”