Walking Dead Rosita Hot Novels & Stories

He was gone! "Papà..." Her sobs intensified, her body shaking uncontrollably as she reached out to touch his face, now pale and lifeless. After some time, Ville stepped forward. "My Lady..." "I am fine!" Rosana replied, wiping off her tears with the back of her hand. She knew it was time to leave. Rising to her feet, she made her way towards the exit, leaving Mr. Santos' lifeless body behind. After everything he had done, she was not going to waste so many tears for him.

“You’ll clean. You don’t speak unless spoken to. And never touch anything that glows, clicks, or looks more expensive than your life. Understand?” Inés nodded. She understood more than the woman could guess. Because she wasn’t just here to clean. She was here to find out who set the fire that killed her family. And every clue pointed to the Delgado Mafia. *** She’d barely changed into the uniform when it happened. She turned a corner carrying a tray of drinks and slammed right into a wall of muscle. The tray clattered to the floor. “You’ve got two seconds to explain why you’re soaking my shirt,” a voice snapped above her, low and cold.

Rose was sleeping peacefully when all of a sudden she started to feel hot. She felt something wet on her neck. Rose opened her eyes slowly and saw her mates. But that was not what shocked her. Her mates, Zachariah and Vladimir, were sucking and biting her neck. What I am? A chocolate? Rose thought in her mind. "Mmm" A moan escaped her lips as they bite on her skin softly, before sucking over the area, making sure to let her know how much skilful tongue they have.

“What? No. Please. No. Never do that. Besides, you’re taking this too seriously. It’s just a crush. It’ll wear off. I know it will.” ——— [Rosita] After leaving Vivienne’s place, I drive straight home. I park the car in the garage and enter the house through the backdoor. I pause when I hear the TV on in the living room. Dropping my bag and keys on the table, I quietly make my way toward the noise. When I enter the room, no one’s there. Maybe I left it on in a rush yesterday? Just as the thought crosses my mind, a pair of arms wrap around my waist, pulling me against something solid. I almost scream.

The angel of darkness asked Lame. "As you can see I'm enjoying it, and I have everything! why did you care to know?" "Nothing just want to know how it feels to be a king because I will be taking your place soon" The angel of darkness smiled. The head of Rebel bring Rosita in and pushed her on the floor. While Lame tells Angel of darkness to take Rosita and leave now! Rosita has turned scarlet and the red dots have covered her neck. Angel of darkness sees that Rosita has contracted the disease, and he ask maybe Rosita can walk? she said yes and the angel of darkness help her get up while they both left the palace. Lame tells her armies that it's time to go.

Kiefer and Vladimir were both distracted from their fight because their people are slowly losing consciousness and are decreasing because some of them are dying. Rosita was still fighting so hard not to turn into a vampire while she was enduring the pain she was feeling on the inside. She was thinking of what she should do and thought about removing the venom on her body while she is conscious. Rosita shakingly raised her arms towards her face and was grunting in pain as sharp objects felt like it was being stabbed into her body. She doesn’t know if that was a sprain, but it felt like one as she teared up before deciding to remove the venom.

A rose by her bedside. Every single day for the past one week. It should feel like a routine, like her life was finally getting back to the weird normal it was when Elisa was alive but, it didn’t. Rain now knew who was keeping those roses every single morning, what baffled her the most was how she never stirred whenever he walked into the room. Yet whenever they met during the day, he was indifferent toward her, both of them knowing fully well what had happened only a few hours ago.

Putting the thought of her lost wallet aside she continued to unpack her backpack until she came across a broken picture frame of her mother. “No , why did it break!" Rose quickly removed the picture out if her bag and stared at the broken frame, this is one of her best pictures of her mother. The woman in the picture looked similar to Rose with the same gray eyes, but unlike Rose who had black hair, the woman had ginger colored hair and wore a wicked and sinister smile on her face. Ruby Walker, the only child and daughter of the Walker family. Apart from her family status and reputation, Ruby had her own reputation and was known as the red-headed witch of California.

The Man Who Should Be Dead (Rosette’s Point of View) Rosette felt the world tilt beneath her feet. The streetlights flickered faintly above, but the glow seemed distant, unreal. All she could see was the man walking toward them. Tall. Calm. Unhurried. Rael Khalid. Alive. Her fingers trembled slightly at her sides. She clenched them into fists, forcing herself to stay steady. This can’t be real. In her previous life, Rael had died.

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.