Romans & histoires Rosita From The Walking Dead

Rhoswen Neither of us had slept more than an hour. I'd come downstairs to find Torin already at the counter, tie absent, shirt from yesterday still on, a man who'd clearly given up on the idea of sleep sometime before dawn and simply kept working instead. The footage was useless in the end. Grainy, distant, a petrol station camera that caught a woman's shape beside Graham's for less than four seconds before she turned away from the lens like she'd known exactly where it was mounted. Dark coat, pale hair pulled back, nothing a court or a search engine could do anything with. Torin watched it eleven times before he finally set the tablet down on the kitchen counter and rubbed both hands over h

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.

“They’re our best hope.” Just then, a rustle in the bushes made us both tense. From the shadows stepped out a figure, a tall woman, her dark hair streaked with silver, eyes fierce but kind. “I heard you might need an ally,” she said quietly. “Name’s Rosa. I’m an Elder who believes in change.” Relief and hope surged through me. “Welcome,” I said. “Because this fight isn’t just about me or Kade. It’s about the future of Shadowpine.”

(Dahlia) “LUNA Dahlia, Luna Rosie is here to see you.” Before I could answer my assistant, Rosie walks in my room with a basket of fruits in her hand and immediately smiles upon seeing me sitting on the rocking chair while holding a children's book. That one night with Brent was all the omega in me needed to conceive.

She just wanted to get home and jump into bed, knowing she would pass out as soon as she hit the sheets. When she stepped into her apartment, she halted in her tracks and froze. Gathered around in the living room were Tamara and a few of her friends, boxes of pizza and other snacks lying on the coffee table and ground. The few people she recognized were Anthony, Aatalo and Ryder but the rest, she didn't know. All eyes fell onto her as she stood their frozen. "Rosie!" Aatalo was the first one to bounce up. A bright and eager smile broke loose on his face at the sight of Rosie. "My dear, I was wondering when I would see you again."

But where? "WHERE." I crushed her further, hearing bones crack and snap beneath her, the cries and screams of the others. Pushed harder, wet popping sounds rupturing who knew what. Still. Didn't. Care. Rosetta shook her head, dark eyes huge. Gasped out, "Never." Dead. She was dead. Until a hand settled on my shoulder. Drew me back. And Demetrius smiled at me. At Rosetta. She quivered in my grasp, tears falling from her eyes as she fought to reach for him. "Master," she croaked with the limited air I allowed her.

ROZETA: "I was still a kid when it happened. That day, I decided to wander off alone all in the name of fun," I pause for a second before continuing, "I don't know where I was wandering off to but I do remember arriving in front of a lake which I walked into. I had no experience whatsoever on how to handle myself in a body of water but I stupidly found myself walking deep into the like until I lost my balance and had to resort to swimming. Unfortunately, I couldn't swim and the last thing I remember that day was me struggling to survive inside the lake."

Everyone calms down. "Hello everyone." She said loudly "My name is Rosaline Campton. Or as most of you would know me as Rose Campton, Daughter of Rebecca and Jaxon Campton." Most of the crowd gasped, as she said her name. "THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE, I KILLED MOST OF THE PUREBLOODS." Riftan roars standing up, Riley growling loudly.

I look at Gaia and she shifts in her seat and Kronos notices it. “What is the cost to remove the mark?” I ask him because I will do whatever it takes to have Rosa back. “It requires a sacrifice.” He says, and I nod my head. No matter what kind of sacrifice I will do it. “Who is it Zeus has marked?” he asks and Gaia looks at me and I nod my head to her. She brought me here so she should have a plan to include him in this plan. “Rosa. She is a tribrid. The oracle Jadara is within her, the same as her wolf and the Angel of Death.” Kronos growls, pinching the bridge of his nose as he slowly shakes his head in disbelief.

The cold, stale air of the dungeon was still as Eros snuck inside, his footsteps light but hurried. The fading moonlight shined on the scene before him, and his heart stopped. “Rosetta,” he called softly and knelt next to Nia’s limp form sprawled on the damp floor. Her face was pale, and dried blood stained her palms. Panic gripped him. His hands trembled as he shook her shoulders gently, then more firmly. “Rosetta. Rosetta, open your eyes!”