Walking Dead Rosita Hot Novels & Stories

The Undead do not scare them. “Then we will step on the bodies of all the runts and snatch her away!” The Undead gloats. “But we will come for the witch! She is the only one left in the continent and she possesses powers beyond imagination. You know it too, do you not you Lycan? You found out on the night I tried to take her! There is no denying it.” “Hear that Rosie?” Dmitri whispers in her ear. “You are special.” Roseanne looks up to scowl at him. How can he tease her in a time like this?

She cleared her throat after sipping from her glass of red wine. “I’ve heard that the Blood Mistress and the Death Summoners have found the bones of Rosette at the so-called virgin forest. They said she was feasted by those feral werewolves and blood-sucking vampires.” She saw Leo’s nose flared. Rhella smiled. Silence was prevalent between them for a few minutes—as if quietude had never been a tenant in their home. Leo finally stood yet again and said with a thundering voice, “You are lying, Rhella! Rosette is alive!”

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.

She couldn’t deny the brutality of Matthew’s methods, but she understood that such measures were necessary to extract valuable intelligence. “I’ll talk… I’ll talk… please, stop…” The Russian, barely able to breathe, finally muttered these words, his resolve shattered. Matthew straightened up, blood dripping from his fingers onto the cold floor. Under Matthew’s chilling gaze, the man shuddered, his body trembling involuntarily with fear. He quickly blurted out, "Mr. Robert wants to eliminate all Adonis heirs to seize their territory and dominate New York’s underworld. Matthew, you’re too strong, but the Adonis family’s defenses are weak. Curtis’s incompetence created an opening..."

she muttered. Bianca paused mid-step. For a moment, she didn’t turn, didn’t react. Then her head shifted just slightly, enough that her profile caught the light, and the look she gave Viv was cold enough to make the air tighten. Then she kept walking and disappeared out the door. Silence lingered a beat too long. Rose exhaled slowly. “She’s not a woman,” she said under her breath. “She’s a vampire. Be careful around her.” Viv’s eyes widened.

Riana negotiated. "Hmm. Do you think I'm a fool? Do you know how I risked my life over something a cause I never bargained for. I really wanted to marry Rose, but I can't fuck a dead person. You're the Rose I did everything I did for but you don't want to give me your body. Fuck you!!!! Mary, you know we're friends and I enjoyed your company, please, you better talk to your friend because when I leave this house, you'll never be able to contact me." Richard threatened.

Home, I no longer have that, everybody seems happy like I was the weed that needed to be removed for them to grow, Mom seems happier without knowing me, Georgiana is living her dream life and in good relationship with her mother too, it seems only right that I remain in this body, I am only a weed after all, "Rosa?" my heart quickened hearing my name, I was alone, on the rooftop, could it be I'm hearing things, is there a spirit who recognize me here, slowly I turned around to exhale in relief but quickly was hit with nervousness, his hands on his pocket, he stood, his gaze confused, I swear I can't put in words how good looking this man looks...

she pulls my head back up "I'm-I'm not sad," I tell her surprised by my mind and feelings, "At all," I add "Well you never actually feel pain," she says "That's a condition, Mika. I feel emotional pain, or I was supposed to," My eyebrows furrow, "I saw him," I whispered "You saw him? Saw who?" She asks "Ha-Death I mean," I tell her turning to face her "You saw him?" She questioned as shock crossed her face, "I knew you were special," she whispers

Well what do you know… It's Linda now, huh? “My God…” Belinda giggled, playfully slapping Henry on the chest. “You haven't changed much yourself.” She said, stepping closer. “At least give me a hug, will you?” Oh hell to the damned no. I stepped between them, just as she reached for Henry. “Hi, Mrs White.” I grinned. She blinked, stepping back a bit. “Uhh… hi?” “I'm Rosie. Rosie Alphonse,” I said, taking her hand in mine.

"Mickey, you're finally here. I was so scared. I had another nightmare. Tell me—tell me I escaped. Tell me I wasn't violated, right?" She clutched at him, desperate for reassurance. Her doe-like eyes shimmered with fear. Mickey wrapped her in his arms and gently stroked her back. "You got away. No one laid a finger on you. Don't be afraid, Rose. I'm here." Rose? Mickey, the woman in your arms—do you really believe she's your beloved Rose? Don't you know Rose is already dead? You killed her. My eyes stung as I watched another woman take my name and identity. And I could do nothing.