Novel & Cerita The Story Of Rose Novel

“So? When are you going to tell me if you intend to kill my father? Or do you plan on doing something else with him? I mean, you claim that he’s stolen your pack. Aren’t there two sets of rules for this?” Rose sat on the deck of the packhouse now and watch the man who was now her mate. Gods, what a mess this was.

Author Pov Rose sighed heavily pulling her knees to her chest tightly hugging them. She placed her cheek on her knees turning her face to the window looking at the bright moon which had slight clouds surrounding it. Her mind went back to what happened the moment she told him to expect anything but not her love. She thought he wouldn't give a damn about it and will carry on his barbaric act but instead, he left her body completely and left the room. Rose stayed in his room for some time but when he didn't come back she decided to go back to her room. Gathering her ripped-up dress she walked back to her room.

Jackson asked as he lifted his eyebrow, curious about what was said. "Rose wanted to stay in the blackness. She was ready to die, but that can't happen. Rose is very special and rare. She is destined to create change amongst the species and the realms. But there are struggles and hardships she must conquer first. It won't be easy and she will want to give up, but we can't let her."

Chapter Fifty-four Author's Pov Rose's heart raced as she prepared to meet her uncle Matteo, the man who had caused her immense pain and suffering in the past. She had kept this meeting from her husband, Alfonso, fearing it would reopen old wounds and threaten the trust they had built. With a mix of apprehension and determination, Rose arrived at the agreed-upon location. Tall, imposing buildings surrounded her, creating an eerie atmosphere that mirrored the emotions swirling within her. Matteo stood there, his eyes dark and filled with sinister intent.

I want to start afresh. I started knelt next to one of the rose, pulled my bag out and brought out the gardening tools my mother always forced us to keep in our rooms. Just in case we got the each to tend to her flowers. Like she wouldn't have grounded us for even sniffing one. I plucked one of the red roses, and watched them turn into the color black. The door opened again, even in the rain I could hear it. The girls filed out, Nona avoided me. She and her friends got into their cars and left.

Rose looked so excited, I had to chuckle. “You know you’re obsessed,” I told her. “Obsessed with what?” Nate asked. “Rose here reads and writes werewolf porn,” Kimi answered. I snorted at her description of Rose’s reading preferences. “It is not porn,” she tried to defend herself. “Yes, some of them have very steamy sex scenes, but the storyline is more about finding love, and fighting rogues.” “I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Nate said with a shake of his head.

This morning Rose didn't come for her side job at a fast food restaurant and in a state that was still confined without any means of communication, Rose was sure she couldn't work at a coffee shop anymore. "Robert! You don't deserve the title of great doctor and are hailed by the whole country. Your behavior is nothing more than that of a criminal!" Rose's emotions look so overflowing. The girl looked at the window and she rushed over to him. Her hopes were in vain when she opened the window which was blocked by iron bars. Rose looked down and saw how small the land below was. The girl began to realize that she was now in a high-rise apartment, not the Millers' house.

He wanted that and he really felt giddy inside. ‘He, too, needs a girlfriend of his own.’ Rojean thought to herself even though she took pity on the poor man who just wanted justice for the woman he loved. She really couldn’t when she had a fiance and was already earning money for their wedding. ‘If only I was single, but I’m not! I can’t take this kind of work.’ she thought to herself. “Let’s get you changed first before your fiance notices.” he just said, putting his attention, now, on the road ahead.

Her green eyes were wild, her mouth open as she panted, the raw shock of her first kills vibrating through her slender frame. I crossed the room in three massive strides, my boots crunching over the glass. I didn't say a word. I grabbed her by the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her dark hair, and violently pulled her mouth up to mine. The kiss was crude and fueled by pure adrenaline. I tasted the copper of my own blood and the sweet, frantic heat of her mouth as she bit back, her tongue meeting mine with a desperate, hungry rage. She wasn't a victim. She was the queen of my empire, her hands clawing into the leather of my vest as her lower body pressed hard against my rigid length

I'd been in a secret relationship with Nathan for six years. He said we couldn't go public because of his career. So we always split the bill, and anniversary gifts never cost more than fifteen dollars. The night before our anniversary, I asked him for the sixth time when he'd come home with me to meet my family. He turned me down again. "Ivy, I just think things are moving a little fast. Marriage is a lifetime commitment, after all." So I went home alone, carrying the expensive cheese and wine he'd bought for my mom. I pushed open the door and found the living room trashed. My stepsister Chloe stood there with a smug grin on her face. "Mrs. Mercer, you owe my family a million dollars. You'v