Rosita Fresita Novels & Stories

The food was arranged in beautiful patterns that I knew Robbie would never have taken the time to make. "You had this whole thing planned, didn't you?" I asked, shaking my head. "Yup," he replied with a cheesy grin. I laughed and peered at the plate, trying to decide what I wanted to eat first. There were fried plantains, jerked shrimp, fresh fruit in neat squares, and little tiny bite-sized versions of what appeared to be key lime pie. I popped one of the pies into my mouth, enjoying the sweet and tangy flavor. "What else do you have planned?" I picked up a shrimp and ate it slowly; the spices of the jerk seasoning were spicy and delicious.

Jack informed her. Rosita glared at her son. "Don't be so impatient to get rid of me yet. I will stay here tonight in your room. If you can finally walk on your own, then it is about time I return to my room. Don't be stubborn, son!" Jack shrugged. "Okay, fine!" "Good boy!" Rosita smiled. "Do you like to eat some fruits?" "What do you have in the fridge?" Jack asked. "We have sweet mangoes, grapes, oranges, and strawberries," Rosita answered.

Caesar casually asked, "You seem to like roses a lot?" Lola said, "They're delicious!" She put her hands on the cold stone railing, excitedly pointing to a red flower growing not far away, and told Caesar, "Ah! General, do you know that flower? Its scientific name is Pseudorchis albida. The stamens taste sweet. It's said that as long as an Alpha gives it to an Omega, the Omega will never be able to leave the Alpha. Many Alphas pick it by hand to express their love for their Omegas..."

She says it worriedly. “It’s alright, you wouldn’t have known; what I want to do now is taste your stew,” Emma encouraged with a smile, which made Rosita sigh out in relief. Before they went back to the kitchen, Rosita made sure to clear the counter of any seafood smells or products. Rosita then served her a bowl of the sweet, spicy beef stew with a glazed garlic bread she had prepared hot and fresh from the oven. The first bite was like heaven ringing and angels dancing on her taste buds, showing how amazing the taste is. “It is so delicious, Rosita; better than any restaurant, I swear,” Emma said in all honesty as she dove in for another bite.

I saw the way the words were sitting on top of her tongue, words that weren't nice, but at the last minute, she seemed to have changed her mind. "Sure, whatever." "I'm Rosette" "Okay" She went back to her drawer and very soon her eyes lit up with excitement. She held up a single gold key with a red string tied to it and squealed like a child. "This is gonna be fun!" She jumped up and went running out. I shook my head and turned to the wall, hoping to sleep for a few minutes before I called home. Unfortunately I couldn't sleep. I was restless and unable to get my feelings in check. I was still trying to remember who the guy from earlier was, and that was playing tag of war with my brain, a wa

I guess if Aunt Ophelia was called 'Queen Luna ' she wouldn't sleep for a full week. "Julietta is so simple."Rosita explained."She said the title felt like a baggage." She finished smiling, she was hold6 a cup of coffee which I thought was probably Julietta's . "Do you mind a cup of coffee?"Rosita asked, raising the cup to her lips and taking a huge sip. I cocked an eyebrow and shook my head. "This is the best coffee ever. It runs in my family, we are known for producing the best ." She said, smacking her lips." With just honey ,sugar and cream , you will have a taste of bliss."

“You disgust me! You enslaved my best friend, and I can never forgive you for that. I will save her from your clutches one way or another, but there is no way in hell I will pick a sadistic monster like you.” Without wasting much time, Rosita dashed back to Deangelo, tiptoeing to plant a soft kiss on his lips. Shock rippled through him as he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close as he deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of strawberry candy that lingered on her soft lips. Curses and boos exploded as the other dons howled in outrage. “No! You can’t have her!” echoed through the room as they realized what just happened.

The waitress came over and cleared her throat, I look up and gasp as her violet eyes stare into mine, a smile graced her face as she spoke, "good evening, what a sweet looking couple you are, my name is Fresca, I'm your server this evening, may I tempt you with a drink?" I shake my head and nearly scream, "NO," I blush as a few heads turn our way, I lower my voice, "thank you, unopened bottle waters for us, please." She smiled at me, "sparkling, or no?" I stiffen as her eyes left mine and went to Bastien, "no, not sparkling." She nods, not moving her line of vision off of Bastien, who is paying her no attention, his eyes on me shining with concern.

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

Three months later, Rita sat by the Vesenne River in Pavrielle, Fremoria's capital, enjoying one of the few clear days they got in the middle of spring. A breeze skimmed across the freshly trimmed lawn, carrying the sweet bite of lilacs and the sound of kids laughing. Warm sunlight from this strange new place caught on Rita's freshly permed waves, brushing them with a soft gold. Her forearms were smooth and bare. The silly rose tattoos she used to wear were gone.