Walking Dead Rosita Novels & Stories

It wouldn't be an issue normally thanks to werewolf healing, but the Wolfsbane and Silver will ensure that it scars, if she doesn't die from blood loss first. "Lydia? Y... you’re the Red Rose?" He stammers and a smirk crosses her face. "That's right, surprise jackass! Now answer my question or I will send you to meet Roman." He whimpers and visibly cowers from her, I glance over, and I see her eyes are silver, meaning Lysandra is in control. I need to get Lydia back, before things get out of hand, but the way she is looking at this wolf makes me think the two of them have some kind of history.

I adjusted so I could face him, but at the same time I felt his dick rehardening. "Aren't you insatiable?" I teased and he laughed. I wanted to talk my sorrows away to Matteo. "You know Rosita wanted her ashes to be thrown into the ocean, she said it represented the freedom she never had." Matteo closed his eyes and digested the words. "She was born in the cellar door, never knew how life outside was, so sad the way she died." I felt the tears resurfacing but Rosita wouldn't want me to be a crying mess. I had avenged her already.

"How is he?" Rose was sitting on the stairs outside Kai's house, crushing something in a white mortar and pestle. She paused, hearing my sound. "Luna," she acknowledged my presence with a warm smile. I sat down next to her, "Can I see him?" She shook her head, "It would be best if no one meets him until he wakes up. I don't want the influence of dark magic on anyone else." I let out a breath, "When will he wake up?"

Scarlett. I watched the crowd disperse, and the cold began to seep into my bones. They had left me out here to die. I did not mean to kill anyone. I just wanted to get away. I was tired of everything, and I wanted to get away. I looked around me, teeth chattering, hoping someone would take pity on me, but no one was there. Everyone had left. I was forgotten. Bet they were all waiting until I die and my corpse becomes frozen before they come and help. I wanted to tug at the mate bond, but how they looked at me before they left discouraged me. If they had doubts about Bianca's allegations, this was an apparent offence. I had indeed drugged the reservoir, and it had led to deaths. I was a mass

In the VIP ward, George lay on the bed, a strip of gauze on his forehead, his lip swollen. Sarah perched at his side, delicately feeding him fruit with a soft smile. He ate, but his gaze kept drifting toward me. He refused to let me leave. He forced me to sit on the sofa and watch them play out their intimacy. I stared blankly, my heart long since numbed. Then my phone vibrated. It was a message from the nurse informing me that my mother's condition had suddenly worsened. I shot to my feet. "I have to see my mom."

He drops to his knees. “You bitch. You’re dead.” I laugh as I move as he barrels towards me. When he just stops and screams as he bursts into flames. “Did we do that?” I ask and the three of them and they are stunned into silence when all three whimper. “It’s not possible.” Jadara speaks and I look around. My eyes landing on someone I never thought I would see. “Rosa.” He says as he walks towards me. I scramble away, my eyes wide as he shows me his hands.

She nodded, gently pushing my wandering hand off her breast. "It's about....." I paused, only realizing I was about to share a horrid incident with her. Instantly, a wave of bitterness washed over me. "It's about Aliya." I muttered. Rosa had seemed taken aback for a fleeting moment, before nodding her head for me to continue. "It's.... She's dead." I let it out. A bout of silence followed my revelation, as I sat quietly, unsure as to what the silence meant. "Goddess." Rosa finally whispered, her face fast turning pale. "Goddess." She murmured again. This time, placing her right hand against her chest. "Oh no... Oh no..."

Allison felt like collapsing from the heart-wrenching pain, but Romario's gentle squeeze on her hand gave her the comfort and strength she needed. Meanwhile, Master Terrone demanded, "For the last time, Rosita, who are you working for?" Rosita glanced around nervously, swallowing hard. Jose handed Terrone his gun, which he pointed at Rosita's head. "I'll count to five. If you don't talk, I'll blow your head off." Rosita trembled with fear, pleading with Allison to intervene, but Allison turned away.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

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.