Walking Dead Rosita Hot Novels & Stories

/No… Please…/ She took one last look at the door to the room. /Vlad./ Unbeknownst to everyone, Rosa was indeed alive and well during this past month. She sulked over how Vanora had the very thing she had always dreamed of, and how she got it without even trying and wanting it. To drown out her sorrows, she had been frequenting all the sleazy places anyone could think of. She indulged herself in all the sinful pleasures. Amidst this, she coincidentally got acquainted with the hell beings that were a part of Vlad’s current army. After realising who they were, she intentionally maintained contact with them. She acted with pure intentions but subtly suggested how they could probe for the couple’

he replied The driver found a spot to pack whiles Nichole went in to meet the goons. Rosita sat in the room weak and unkept. He heard murmurs from outside and recognized a familiar voice but couldn't figure out who it was. The goons showed Nichole where they hide Rosita after their long conversation. Rosita sat with her head bowed when she felt a shadow fell on her. She lifted her eyes and saw a lady's foot. In panic, she lifted her head and was shocked with what she saw.

Each breath carries the flavor of gun oil and the metallic hint of blood I cleaned from Isla’s nose today when she sneezed, the color a red-gold shade, like a molten sunset. She found it amusing. My five-year-old giggled as her nose dripped the hues of the city. I did not. I’m wiping down the rifle for the fourth round my hands working automatically when the basement door squeaks and Rosa descends the stairs. She’s dressed in tactical pants and one of my worn Marine hoodies with the sleeves cut off to reveal scars that never fully healed. Her machetes are fastened across her like wings. “You resemble death’s bookkeeper " she remarks, her voice hoarse, from sleeplessness.

"I have something very important to discuss with Julietta, you can come down for lunch ." "Okay." "I guess Rosita had brought your personal maid to you ." I asked, staring at her face , the mascara had stained her eyes and she looked like a rat that had drowned. "I would be upstairs then ." She turned and left . I ran my hands through my hair and went through the back door . I was craving for a cigarette, I rolled my sleeves up my arms revealing the tattoos . I brought out a cigarette from my pocket and stuck it in my lips without lighting it .

Pillows and frames are scattered all around the floor, making me cautiously watch my step incase I step on one. My heart skips a beat at the sight I see; Rose sitting onto the ground as she cries out while her right hand is currently holding onto a knife—signalling her left wrist, leaving me frozen at my spot. I can't help but continue to look at her from behind, remembering that I've once see her this way before and it wasn't pleasant but the last time I saw her, she already did. ''Rose.'' I call out softly, afraid if I might startle her.

Her voice shook, but her spine stayed straight. My hands hovered near her arms but didn’t touch her. “You’re hurt.” “I sewed myself up,” she said flatly. I exhaled. “Bianca?” Her silence was answer enough. I nodded once. Then stepped aside. “Come inside.” Rosa walked past Salvatore’s body sprawled out in the garden under the sun, his blood and brains spattered across the garden. She didn’t look away, didn’t flinch. Her breath caught, just for a second, but she kept walking.

The earlier redness on her face was not there anymore, after making sure she looked fine, I walked into the room. "So, do you have something to tell me?" I asked, slowly leaning in into my seat. She didn't answer immediately, instead crossed the room and sat by the edge the bed. "I wanted to ask about your injuries after the fight." She began softly. "I'm a werewolf Rosita, it healed already." I said, then I pulled up sleeves to show her my arms. "See? Completely healed." I said before dragging the sleeves down. "Alright. I..I know this might sound absurd, especially since someone's life was just taken..." she stuttered.

It's not like she was aroused or anything but crazy Eli will think she is with how seeing the guy is so full of himself. A loud footsteps was heading to her room and she panicked for a second. Looking left and right for any weapon she could use but the damn rope around her hand was too tight and she can feel the rough texture of the rope is cutting her delicate skin. Just a minute before he enters, Rosa quickly play dead, making Eli thinks she was still passed out and a rough groan echoes in the room, right after he slammed open the door.

Something in me told me she already knew what I was going through. The door bursts open, and Rita bursts in, pale and shaking. “A girl from the tribute quarters is dead.” “Lena, the one you spoke to earlier today.” She added, and my stomach knotted. I had spoken to that girl earlier today. Even shared food and rouge. She was so sweet and young. My finger touched my lips, and they trembled slightly. Was it the same rouge? I rushed to the dressing table and frantically searched for the rouge. My eyes narrowed when I found it under the table. I grabbed it and threw it into the firepit.

I didn't need to be told that he was dead. He looked and felt very dead. His throat was obviously torn out. And beside him were two smaller forms. One was Rosa who was still lying there. But she had collapsed. And she was not moving. The other was a Lycan wolf. I knew that wolf. Ronan.