Novel & Cerita Young Rosario Dawson

"... the world stops. And before you know it, you just don’t want to stop kissing him." "Still sounds yucky to me." I laughed heartily, tapping the tip of her nose with my finger. "You will eat your words one of these days. But no rush, sweetheart. You’re still young. The perfect kiss will come at the right time." "Like right now?" A deep, baritone voice came out of nowhere, and both Anya and I swung our heads in the direction of the voice. Dawson, Riley’s cousin from the Green Valley Pack, was leaning his shoulder against the kitchen entryway with his arms folded against his chest. He was the third son of Alpha Vesmont, Riley's uncl.

I yelp as it hits me square in the jaw. Furious, I stride to the window, ducking my head out. A whole floor down, on solid ground, Grayson stands, a decent sized rock in his hand. Before he notices me, he hurtles at the window. Instead, it misses, crashing against the side of the wall right by my head. "Are you crazy?" I yell, having greatly flinched out of the way of the rock. Grayson watches the segments of broken rock tumble back down to earth sheepishly.

She pleaded, clasping her hands and I sighed. "You're still not going to give up, are you? You still want to know," I pressed my lips In a thin line as Lisa nodded. "Yes, I really want to know." She said and my gaze darted to the curious eyes that were ogling at us, their ears perched up to hear what we were talking about but it's no secret to begin with. Very soon, everyone would know that Rosalie Yates was back in college and was going to resume as a first year student. Plus, she was now dating Antonio Audrey, the basketball player and bike rider from Aleric's gang of racers.

Managing to meet the older man’s eyes, she confirmed that he was addressing her. “My name is Ronald, by the way.” He said. “Meanwhile, don’t be surprised or embarrassed. My grandson here, tells me everything and I equally tell him everything because he is my favorite. You see, your boyfriend here is a wonderful young man. He is intelligent and compassionate-”

Alex said, dragging jasmine with him as he left. Damien trudged up the stairs, slipping a hand into his hair as his mind wandered off, obviously lost in the thoughts that he was drowned in. All the recent happenings occupied his thoughts and the only thing he could do was to expel a sigh that depicted his frustration as he ran his hands through his hair. The only thing he wanted to do was collapse on the comfy bed and bury his head in his pillow. He wanted to clear his head off the things that bothered him as he clutched the rails of the stairs for support. He sauntered towards the direction of his room, whistling a classic song that seemed to take all of his worries away. He was about to pl

Isaac attacked the boy, completely unprovoked, allegedly, and then bit his teacher, drawing blood when she tried to separate them. I toyed with the hem of my purse as Mr Beddows continued insulting Isaac, accusing of him all but killing this boy. Greyson's words rang in my ears. Come back as the Zoe Smithson I remember. I wasn't the same woman I once was. Kobe beat everything out of me, my confidence, my hopes, my ambition. I was a shadow, surviving day by day without ever really living.

he said smoothly, eyes glinting with that cold, calculating light, “I hope you don’t mind, but I thought it wise to introduce you to some of my associates. It’ll give you a better sense of who you’ll be working with.” I met his gaze with a slow, controlled smile. “Of course not,” I murmured, my voice low and even. “I always enjoy meeting the best.” The he gestured toward the man on his right. “This is Mr. Alejandro Rosario Dawson, head of the Dawson empire and leader of the YBA circle.” Alejandro rose, his posture regal, eyes sharp but courteous. His handshake was firm and deliberate as he said, “A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Pierce.”

Controls has never been his strong suit. "My name is Mr. R.J Dawson. But you will address me as Mr. Dawson or Professor Dawson. Nothing more and nothing less" his voice was cold and straight to the point. It cut through the air like an arrow piercing everyone’s ear with his dark bass stuffed voice. Mr. Dawson had on a black well tailored suit with a white crisp shirt and a black tie. He looked like he walked off the set of a GQ photoshoot. He had dark hair that was a tussled mess atop his head and sultry mocha brown eyes that usually left those of the female species very very speechless.

“YOU TOOK EVERYTHING AWAY FROM ME, SO NOW YOU MUST DIE! I WILL TAKE YOUR LIFE ROZARIA!” She rushes forward “NO!” I’m shielded “AGHHHH” no! Dawson, I feel the warm drips of his blood fall on me and a burst of energy flows through me shaking off the groggy feeling I’ve had, Dawson falls and I rush to her with claws extended and claw her from her face down to her navel.

Dawson knocked. Silence. He knocked again. "Carlo. It's Dawson Van Doren. I need to talk to you." The door opened a crack. An eye, brown, bloodshot, looked out. Saw Dawson. Saw her. "Go away." "I'm not leaving. Open the door." The eye moved to Brianna again. Stayed there. "She your woman?" Dawson's hand found hers. "She's Antonio Rossi's daughter. She wants to know who killed her father."