Walking Dead Rosita Novels & Stories

Veronica said "You are lucky you are still alive. The only reason I haven't killed you is that you didn't know that Rose was my beloved and your future queen, but if you ever so much as look at her wrongly, I will rip your heart out of your chest. This is the only warning I am giving you. Do you understand?" I asked "Yes, King Lestat," Veronica replied

" As soon as I finished speaking, Rosa froze for a moment, then burst out laughing as she pulled a machete from behind her. "So you really were reborn too. You bitch! Why didn't you warn me? You knew Theo's a lunatic! It's your fault my life turned out this way! Die again, Hazel. Next time, I'll make the right choice!" She flung the door open and raised the machete to strike at me. Seizing the moment, I rolled to the side, and the machete sank deep into the ground. I didn't dare imagine how terrifying it would be if that blade had struck me instead.

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

And the monitors go dead. "What the hell?" Emil yells. I grab the comms. "Who moved early? That wasn’t the plan!" Silas curses. "No one had clearance! It wasn’t us." Then the call comes in. Rue, frantic. "Amara. Lazaro’s estate is gone. Someone detonated before the signal." My heart lurches. "Casualties?" Silence. Then: "Rocco didn’t make it." The breath leaves me like a punch to the ribs.

Not until the front doors opened, and Rosalita stepped out in her robe, clutching a steaming cup of tea and wearing an expression halfway between relief and worry. Cali got out first. The second she saw Rosalita, the edges of her shoulders softened just slightly. “How is she?” “Still sleeping,” Rosalita said. “Fever broke yesterday. Appetite’s still light, but she’s drinking water. She asked about you last night.” Cali exhaled, then nodded. “I’ll check on her.” “I’ll get her breakfast ready.” Cali disappeared inside. I didn’t follow. Not yet. I stared out across the field that bordered the back of the property, watching the morning light bleed slowly over the horizon. There was always a mome

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.

“Don’t worry, I’ll wake you up once he gets back.” Although Taylor doesn’t want to, I forced her to go back to her bedroom. I stayed with her until she fell into a deep sleep. As soon as I got out of her bedroom, I saw Rosita. Her eyes looked so worried. “Did the Alpha come back?” I asked. Rosita shook her head. “Still not. I brought milk for Taylor to help her sleep.” “She fell asleep now,” I answered. “Then drink this milk instead,” she extended the milk to me but I shook my head to decline.

(Torin) I had my people pull the original incident report by six the next morning, the kind of quiet, expensive inquiry that never shows up on anyone's invoice and by nine I was sitting in my office with a file that told me considerably less than I needed and considerably more than I'd expected. Rhoswen Calloway. Presumably drowned at a lake house owned by her godfather, Graham Ashworth, eleven months before Elena Marsh walked into my rooftop party and looked at me like a problem worth solving. Nobody recovered. A funeral is held regardless of the closed casket, the kind of ceremony that exists more for the living than for any certainty about the dead. I read it twice, and both times my mind

He asked as they got up and I watched as he wiped off the zombie blood on her face. My lips twitched at the gesture and I wondered if they were a thing or actually just platonic friends. It made me feel a bit weird, I had to admit. It was quite cute to see people that still cared about each other and weren't all so selfish. The world wasn't all that bad after all. “I don't know, Elio, we all got separated at one point.” Rosa explained as she shook her head in terror. “It was awful. There was nothing to eat… nowhere to hide because they kept breaking down the doors!”

“One was sent to Zaria and when I figured it out, I went to confront him. Why wait until now to reiterate? I need to know the truth, Father, why did Zaria leave me after everything?” Richard exhaled sharply. “Son. You weren't supposed to be attached… “ Suddenly, the hospital room door creaked open slightly. Grace turned quickly. “She’s awake,” she whispered. Rosita lay against white pillows, pale but alive. Her dark hair spread over the fabric like ink. The machines beside her beeped steadily. Her eyes were open. Surprisingly z they were soft and searching. Searching for who exactly? “Renzo…” she whispered. I slipped my hands into my pockets as I approached her bed. “Ciao, mamma,” I greeted