Rosita Walking Dead Novels & Stories

Owen started crying and when he was crying Rosita move closer to him, she apologizes for slapping him earlier and she said Owen should try and calm down because right now they are in danger and if he tries to leave this place the witch might hunt him down and kill him. Which is bad, so he should stay with them while Rosita was talking to Owen Katrine sneeze, she wakes up and she was so scared Katrine shouted "Ahhh" and she doesn't want anybody to touch her, Rosita was trying to calm her down while Sudan asked Owen to get a blanket to cover her up.

"keep an eye on her and take action. She uses a blue corolla care and she packed at spot 2 in the packing lot" She hanged up, called a taxi and left to the café where she left her car. Few hours later, Rosita was ready to leave. She left to the packing lot to get her car. She heard foot steps behind her, she turned but didn't see anyone. She got startled and quickly run to her car. She was so scared and shaken that she found difficulty in opening her car. Just then, she felt a hard hit from behind and blacked out.

Speaking of Rosette, she saw her in one of the windows in the upstairs room of Thalia’s house when she turned around. “Rosette is probably sleeping in Thalia’s house—again.” Her phone rang again and she grabbed it with her other hand, while her eyes still fixed on the road. “Where are you now, Roz?!” “Calm down, Cyrill. I’m on my way!” “Calm? How could I calm down when one of our fellow vampires had been killed! Her head is now separated from her body and—” “Don’t worry, Cyrill. You’ve got me.”

Apparently, it had been my ancestor, John Day, who’d carved the words Croatoan on the bark of a tree that made the disappearance of the Roanoke colony such a mystery. As for Virginia, she survived and became the first werewolf. She married Thomas’ son many years later and that’s how the largest werewolf pack in the US was born — at least that’s how Ollie ended his story. And yet here I was, an hour later, still thinking about the whole thing while repressing the shiver that came with remembering something so… otherworldly. I sighed. “I’m too old to be scared of ghost stories.” Feeling sufficiently embarrassed by my fleeting bout of fear, I put the key into the ignition, turned it — and nothi

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.

POV: Rose Standing in the middle of the burnt field with blood rolling down her face . Rose looked at what was left of her home.It sure wasn't wonderful but it was all she had left. The burnt buildings still smoldering and the smell of death still hung the air. Bodies of her pack littered the ground surrounding her. Rose was numb. Taking a few steps toward the pack house she so her father. She absolutely felt nothing about her dad with his head that had been rip clear his shoulders. There was a large puddle of blood and lifeless eyes staring into the sky.

And when she turned her head to me, her lips pursed. “Oh!” she said. Then walked towards me like a supermodel. When she was finally in front of me, I wasn't able to move because of how intimidating I am. “Rosita, who is she?” Rosita bowed her head towards the lady before she answered, “She’s Iris, the Alpha’s breeder.” The lady arched her brow as she scanned me from head to toe, and far from how beautiful she was, the words in her mouth came awful…

"They didn't need to go through town. I bet they took the back way through the forest. That would have landed them on the other side of the witch's compound." Dee nodded and continued to drive. Leaning her head back, Rosette let herself fade out. At least when she was unconscious, she wasn't in pain. She knew if she could just rest, her poor body would heal. Dee was a good driver, so she relaxed. "Oh fuck," woke her up completely. Rosette struggled to gauge what was going on and what her reaction should be. Her eyes felt glued shut, and she opened them as best she could. Moving wrong lanced pain up her body and pushed her back toward that nice comfortable place she'd been.

The last thing he saw was the henchmen walking closer to him with sinister smiles on their faces. *** Rosita's head throbbed as she slowly regained consciousness, blinking up at the night sky. As the cool night air touched her skin, she was cold, sweat dried on her skin from the chill air. All the memories from the morning run on an unforgiving reel in her brain—being manhandled by one of Ximena's men, despite her pleas not to be harmed. Sitting up on the cold floor, she stared at the horrific sight unfolding around her. The courtyard was littered with the lifeless bodies of Deangelo's henchmen, being hurriedly dragged toward a roaring fire by Hugo and his men.

Rose said she walked past me to stand two steps away from Emmett. “You mean how I restored your legs and saved you from Gibson's killer medicine? Yeah, they have to know that as well.” Emmett wore a cocky smile, his fist folded by his like he was holding himself from touching Rose. “What!” Beatrice blatted with wide eyes, pulling Morris close to her.