Romans & histoires Rosita From The Walking Dead

“Isn’t that--” “Yeah. We’re not sure.” he was quick to respond to Oswald who noticed too. “Jin, get a better look closer. She hasn’t seen your face yet.” “Why me?” Jin complained before frowning, putting his hands in his hoodie pockets before casually walking around until he was close enough that he could see Rojean’s face clearly and check out Lucas’ appearance before going back to Theo and Oswald. Lucas and Rojean were getting chocolates and Theo couldn’t help but think for a moment how Sei liked her chocolates as well. It was Sei, he thought but he still wasn’t so sure. He had no direction here to follow.

Allison felt like collapsing from the heart-wrenching pain, but Romario's gentle squeeze on her hand gave her the comfort and strength she needed. Meanwhile, Master Terrone demanded, "For the last time, Rosita, who are you working for?" Rosita glanced around nervously, swallowing hard. Jose handed Terrone his gun, which he pointed at Rosita's head. "I'll count to five. If you don't talk, I'll blow your head off." Rosita trembled with fear, pleading with Allison to intervene, but Allison turned away.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

I started to feel wetness on my nose. Blood. I feel like I'm falling to the ground; in my blurry visions, I see Emmett shift back to human to come to my half-conscious body. ********** Interlude. A few hours later, she got back to Rose…. “You need to come home quickly. Rose has the urn in possession, and she's missing.” Mrs Beatrice spoke over the phone “Emmett took her.”

“How are you? What’s your name?” “I’m very well. My name is Scarlett.” “I’m Elise. Roman’s Luna. Welcome to Greenville pack.” I nodded, leaning into her touch. There was something about the way she held me that made me feel something. Home.

A video. Rosa and Sofia, walking down a street. A car pulling up beside them. Doors opening. Hands reaching out. Then darkness. ---

, he had no more debts to repay. If there were ever a life beyond this one, he hoped, that he would never cross paths with these people. He stayed like that for a while, his vitality slowly getting drained away and soon, he'd be left lifeless. [Host has successfully activated the: WITHERED ROSE, system.] [Host's vitality is decreasing at an alarming rate. Initiating immediate resuscitation!!] What was that?. Who's there?! Alan paused, listening to the automated feminine voice as it spoke through his consciousness. He was certain that he was at the depths of the sea at this point,it was currently impossible for someone else to be around him. He relaxed - Probably he was just hearing things.

“Uhm… oh, I meant I have things to do, so I don’t have a particular day.” Just then, I immediately walked out the door, heading down through the elevator, It was almost 12 AM, and Rose would take over her body soon, I had only a limited time to enjoy myself. FUCK!! I took a cab and went back home, sneaking inside quietly, I didn’t want that bitch’s parents asking useless questions but fortunately or unfortunately the motherfucking asshole of their daughter Rose couldn’t wait, taking over her body before I could even drop my bag. And yeah… Rose is finally in charge now. Watch her do her thing.

Her breath hitched, her eyes scanning the whole area for the sight of Freya and Orson. “They must be back.” She muttered, sniffing the air that seemed to carry the familiar scent of her brother. Ryan and Elena strode behind her, gently taking steps with their hearts thumping in their chests. They wanted nothing but for the whole ordeal to end. Freya and Orson needed to be back so their minds would be at rest. When they got inside the pack, their eyes widened, falling on Rosa, who’d slumped to the floor. She was sniffling, her eyes red and shedding tears.

I fought zombies with a kitchen knife so they could eat. *And they used me until I was no longer useful. Then they threw me away.* I opened my eyes again. My face felt cold and hard. "I won't be a fool again," I whispered. Maple pushed her nose between the seats and rested it on my shoulder. I reached back and scratched her ear. "Don't worry, girl. This time, we're ready." I pulled out the business card Rick had given me and dialed the number. It rang three times before a rough voice answered.