Walking Dead Rosita Novels & Stories

I could hear his voice, but not what he was saying. My eyes landed on a very pale Rosa, laying on a makeshift cot towards the rear of the boat. Shawn held a crimson soaked towel to her arm while Chris held her head. Their heads lifted as I approached, and confusion filled their eyes. “Rosa,” I fell to my knees, seeing her eyelids flutter. Honeyed hazel eyes stared up at me, and I breathed a sigh of relief. “James,” she whispered drowsily, “What are you...” Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Six years after my younger brother and my fiancée passed away, I picked out a grave for myself. Before my final visit to their graves, my mother suddenly said, “Miles, you don’t have to go this year. The truth is that they never died.” I was startled for a moment before the two of them walked right out of my brother’s room. My brother, Sean, put on a teasing smile as he draped an arm around the woman beside him. “I won the bet! I told you my brother would never figure it out. “Who’s going to be on top tonight, huh, Vera?” My so-called late fiancée, who used to cry whenever she saw me suffer even the slightest grievance, looked at me with open disdain. “He’s just too stupid. We’ve been

"If I have to kill the world to keep you breathing, then the world is already dead." She walked to the window, looking out at the Sicilian sun. She was the Black Rose, but she was no longer in a garden. She was in a hall of mirrors, and it was time to start breaking glass.

I placed the grey woollen blanket over Thomas. He looked much older. His frail form was all but swallowed by the oversized wheelchair. His cheeks looked hollow, and his eyes were dark. "When I first met Vivian, she was wearing the exact same dress as you. It was the same dress from when I met you back when I was 18 in Longstia. She looked a lot like you, Jessica. I know Luke sent her, but I was willing to accept her." I chuckled. "Is that so? She's dead. She wanted to run away, but it's a pity that the ship she was on encountered a storm, and there's nothing left of her."

, he had no more debts to repay. If there were ever a life beyond this one, he hoped, that he would never cross paths with these people. He stayed like that for a while, his vitality slowly getting drained away and soon, he'd be left lifeless. [Host has successfully activated the: WITHERED ROSE, system.] [Host's vitality is decreasing at an alarming rate. Initiating immediate resuscitation!!] What was that?. Who's there?! Alan paused, listening to the automated feminine voice as it spoke through his consciousness. He was certain that he was at the depths of the sea at this point,it was currently impossible for someone else to be around him. He relaxed - Probably he was just hearing things.

and left the kitchen. My hands were itching to spill her young innocent blood. I wouldn't be giving her an easy death; It'll be slow and painful as payment for the time and resources we've spent looking for her and when father comes back from his trip, I'll give him her corpse as a welcome home present I concluded with a chuckle. ROSELLE'S POV.

Alina was one hundred percent certain, so certain in fact that she would bet away her soul, that her house was haunted. Sitting with an expression void of emotion, Alina rested her brown irises on the resin rose settled neatly on her nightstand amongst the dust gathered there from her constant neglect. To any person that wasn't Alina, there would be absolutely nothing amiss about the beautiful ornament staring innocently back at her. But there was something horribly wrong with the picture, something Alina had been noticing a lot with the objects residing within the smothering walls of her home; the rose wasn't where she had last put it.

Yohan asked. “We’re sure enough that not many people know her by her face, that’s her biggest asset and advantage. So people don’t really know that she died… if she died.” Theo pointed out. “She was already dead for a few minutes, it’s damn near impossible they could have revived her. Was it a bad idea I sent her corpse back?” “If she did, do you think she’s trying to get back at us for doing what we did?” Oswald asked, needing a few more drinks to loosen up.

I chuckle as I look down at my hands which I now notice is clutching my dupatta in a strong grip. "I am happy to know that you are happy to see me." Ma's ghost says and I look at her in shock again. It speaks. Are you sure she is ghost? You do not possess any psychic power? You know that, right? My ESC says. Rudra comes towards me and gives me the water and look at the way I am looking at. Maybe I could ask him. "Do you see a woman standing there, Rudra?" I ask him. "Yes…? Why? Who is she?" He ask as the said person comes towards us.

And she's out cold. "Clear!! Buugshhuu!" Ruby woke up to see a beautiful golden-haired woman looking down at her, assessing her features. She had large white wings and a halo as well as an ethereal glow that blinded her for a second before she got accustomed to it. "Am I dead? Are you an angel?" she asked looking at the lady. "Yes, I'm an angel, dear. I'm Rosita. I was just here 15 minutes ago checking your vitals. And Narisa please put down the defibrillator, she's alive and well."