Rosita Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Rosita went to the door and exited. Jack resumed walking back and forth around the bed, feeling glad that the pain had lessened as the days went by. Outside the room. Rosita can be seen entering her bedroom, changing into a casual dress, brushing her hair in front of the dresser table, and then leaving the room. A few minutes later. Rosita can be seen entering and exiting the elevator just a few minutes later and heading to Scott's office, passing several employees along the way as they bow their heads, conveying their respect to her.

she said coldly, then lowered her gun. She met my eyes seriously. "I am dead serious, Rose. Now, fix yourself, and we're going to make the move now." I shook my head and smiled while arranging my things. Her patience is more dangerous than my bombs. Tsk! Matthew's information is correct. Farro Roque, the man that I hated the most in my life, was living underground. I know they are waiting for my arrival, so I have to be doubly careful with my actions. "I am going in," I whispered to my friends through my earpiece.

We all have a deep connection to her and even when we are not trying to eavesdrop on her feelings, something that strong will make its way through. “Did either of you feel your connection sever?” I ask, looking at the other two men. They both shake their heads. Good, that means she’s alive, at least for this moment. We don’t hesitate for a moment longer. I pull out my coin and flip it, the other two men falling into the shadows with me. Crumpled on the ground in the center of a crater is our beloved Rosie. She looks like a fallen star, her body still intact, the blacktop bowed beneath her as if her body were made of something heavier and stronger than flesh. She must have fallen.

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

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!”

Xavier I don't know what she said to those Burhounds, but fuck. I gaped mentally to the others, looking across the polished stone wide hallways of the now completed underground facility. I heard Theo chuckle back, seeing Rose walking ahead of me with determination in her step as we made our way from the housing ward to medical.

Tomaso pulled Marquez from the back, shoving him forward, letting him fall to his knees in the dirt like an offering placed before a silent god. Emilia didn’t move yet. She watched from the vehicle, scanning the treeline, checking for snipers, mines, shadows that moved when the wind didn’t. The man in the center raised his hand and pointed. The SUV parked at the far end of the river came to life. Its headlights cut through the fog. And then the passenger door opened. Rosa stumbled out. But she wasn’t bound. She wasn’t gagged. She walked on her own. Barefoot, bruised, and bleeding from a cut on her shoulder—but alive.

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."

echoed in my head again and again, tearing at what little pride I had left. But what could I do? He was Lucas Rodriguez—untouchable, arrogant, and dangerous. Tessa rushed in and wrapped her arms around me, guiding me back to my room. I was still crying when my phone began to ring. I sniffed, forcing my voice to steady, and answered the call. But the moment I heard what was said, my heart stopped.

"Moretti knows exactly what will happen if his cars cross my valley again. I am handling the city." "Make sure you do," Sofia said. The wooden door opened, and Rosalina walked into the kitchen. She had changed into a fresh white sundress that came down to her knees, and her dark hair was tied back in a neat ponytail. She had no makeup on, and her skin looked bright and clean in the morning sun. When her eyes found mine, a huge smile broke across her face. "The coffee smells amazing," she said, walking over to stand right next to me.