Romans & histoires Rosita From The Walking Dead

“Just another one of Vivienne’s little lapdogs, desperate for scraps that she doesn’t even have. You’re pathetic, defending someone who couldn’t even keep her man.” Rosita rolls her eyes and steps forward, her body radiating a calm yet deadly resolve. “Sweetheart, the only thing Vivienne is desperate to get rid of is the trash in her life. If you think you’re clever by trying to put her down, then you’re just as delusional as you are tacky.” Sasha’s face reddens, but before she can respond, I decide to step in. I shoot Rosita a grateful glance, but it’s time I handle this woman myself.

"Who is she, and what is the name of her family? Reagan asked Stephen immediately after the last group left. "I do not know much about her, but her name is Rosette. She is a healer. She is a powerful healer from the skylight pack. The pack that was massacred, my prince. We saw her in the Eclipse pack, and I offered her to join my pack because she healed one of my men. She arrived this afternoon." I scoffed, "Please Stephen, Say something that someone would believe: You do not care about anybody but yourself; you want me to believe that you offered her a place to stay because she healed one of your men? Please, you are too blackhearted for that."

Elsa “Deadly Nightshade?” “Humans may also know it as ‘Belladonna’.” Rosa is staring back at her cottage “I’m sorry, Alpha Rex. I should have recognised it. When I saw her stomach, I should have known.” “Rosa, you recognised it eventually.” Rex mutters but his grey eyes are on me. “No. This isn’t good enough.” Rosa scolds herself. “I could have killed her.” “But you didn’t.” Rex tries to reassure her as she continues to blame herself.

I could hear his voice, but not what he was saying. My eyes landed on a very pale Rosa, laying on a makeshift cot towards the rear of the boat. Shawn held a crimson soaked towel to her arm while Chris held her head. Their heads lifted as I approached, and confusion filled their eyes. “Rosa,” I fell to my knees, seeing her eyelids flutter. Honeyed hazel eyes stared up at me, and I breathed a sigh of relief. “James,” she whispered drowsily, “What are you...” Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Christina Carter smiled to herself, going back to her car and leaning against it, while her goons took care of getting rid of Rosita's still-warm body. She lit a cigarette and took a huge drag of it, exhaling and blowing thick puffs of smoke through her nostrils. She had effectively solved another of her problems and none was the wiser. Rosita had made her work very easy for her by coming out here where there was literally no one to rescue her or see her get murdered.

Jaxon’s mouth curves into a smirk. “Name?” I consider lying to him, but I don't. “Raisa.” “No last name?” He asks. “Nope, it got burned.” His eyes flicked. He was looking at me with interest. He circles me, slow and I track him without moving. Something was wrong…..he smells wrong. He did not smell like a human. It was faint, buried under all the smoke and stench but it was there. I could feel Midnight shift beneath the binding.

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been

I smirked at her, even as unease coiled in my stomach. As she burned to ash, the monsters around us crumbled too, disintegrating into piles of black dust. The hall fell silent, save for the crying of the living and the groaning of the wounded. Irina was leaning weakly on Ian as his robe covered her, her face pale, her arm still bleeding. Then I remembered the baby. I turned to see Ophelia and Ethan, and Lindsey and Mary, holding the newborn in her arms. I rushed over to Lindsey, but as I got closer, my steps faltered.

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?"

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."