John Rosemond Book Novels & Stories

one said, chuckling, “of course you can bring your manager. Anything for Mr. Rodriguez’s referrals and please put in a good word for us to him. I hid my reaction behind a polite smile and said. I do not know him personally. Unwilling to divulge who I was to him. I want to do this on my own, and on my own terms. “Please fill in your details here,” the man said, sliding a form towards me and smiled politely. I picked up the pen, pausing at the space for Surname. I didn’t want to be tied to that family anymore — not to the name that came with humiliation and betrayal. So, I wrote simply: Celine R. Clean. Detached. Free. After all the formalities were done, I thanked them and stepped outside. Th

A scout from the western shore rode in half-drowned, his armor streaked with sand and the smell of salt thick in his clothes. He didn’t kneel when he entered the war room. He just stood there, shaking, eyes wild. “It’s the sea,” he rasped. “It moves wrong.” James took the parchment from him, spreading it across the table. The ink had bled, but the words were clear enough: Tides reversing. Waves breaking inland. Fish found red. Red. That word had followed us from the storm like a curse that wouldn’t fade. When the scout was gone, James leaned close.

’ Jeremiah frowned, ‘seriously, Amy? ‘Well, that's how me and probably everyone see you…’ the book replied lightly. Jeremiah rolled his eyes, he did not want to argue with his book at this crucial time, so he let it slide for now. Rosalinda seemed to have an interest in the book, “you’re indeed correct, Armadale, you are quite a useful rune weapon,” she grinned, “after I kill your master, I will make you as mine.” “If you manage to kill me,” Jeremiah stressed it out.

Rose threw her hands in the air frustratedly as she stomped to the door. Just as she threw it open, Percival was about to knock again and accidentally rapped his knuckles against her forehead, pulling his hand back as though he’d been burned. “I’m so sorry Ma’dam, I wanted to make sure you were ok after such a horrible night and thought you might not have heard my first knock” he rushed to get out. Stepping back to allow him a view of her room, he stopped partway through the doorway. Turning to see what the problem was, Rose remembered Sean sprawled on her bed. “Oh, I’m sorry to have disturbed you while with company. Please forgive my intrusion. I was just about to take my leave anyway. It w

Henry shook his head, exhaling heavily. “How long are we going to play this game?” he asked. “Game?” I echoed. “Yes, Rosie.” “I wasn't playing any games.” I murmured, glancing at the floor. “Then why wouldn't you hand me the books?” “It's…” He exhaled heavily, scratching his head. “Christ, Rosie, just hand me the damn books, will you?” Stupid…. Stupid…. Stupid. Why'd you wear this flimsy shit?

I say as I taunt him. "Fine go ahead." Rudra says as he stops chasing with different glint in his eyes. There is something wrong here. What the hell does this book consists anyway? It is so slim so it must has only almost fifteen to twenty pages maybe. I look at Rudra as I open the book from middle. But when I look down at the book I am rooted to my spot like a statue. "So my dear wife thought to tease me. So tell me dear should we try this position." Rudra says as he takes the book from my hand to show me the page I opened.

Beads of sweat clamped on my forehead and palms and everything became blurry. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Roselle" she beamed extending her small hand. "Roselle??" I asked, sinking my fingers into my flesh. "Yes." "What's your full name please??" I questioned, holding my breath. "Are you ok sir??" She asked taking in my disheveled form. "I asked you a question please" I said digging my boots into the plush carpet. "Its Jackson" she said staring at me confusingly. "Roselle Jackson."

He replied, and then he looked over at Ramses. I could see sadness in his eyes. He didn’t think we were getting Ramses back. That look was one of loss. I knew it anywhere. “We are getting him back, you know.” I said. He just nodded his head but I knew he doubted it. “I need some sleep, you can stay here tonight.” I said to him and then I laid my head back down on Ramses shoulder. Rowen stood up and started unbuttoning his suit jacket. It was the most beautiful shade of rose gold, shimmering in the low light my lamp was shining.

************************ So here is the official last chapter of Flames and Roses the journey of Sheerazi family's second generation There will be no updates of this book and about 3rd generation no I am not planning anything for them. The journey of 142 chaps has came to an end now and I'm really feeling emotional i took one year to finish this book I don't know if the time I took is worth the book or not. I know my story is not perfect but this is what I wanted to present you all. Hope I did not disappointed anyone if I did I'm really sorry for that. Thank you for reading it and making till the end. For the last time can you all please give a review on the book as it has finished today?

He gave me a contagious toothy grin, one I immediately returned. His eyes then drifted to him, clapping him on the back. "This is Dr. Alexander Wood, my good friend. Came here for some books." I nodded. "Wood, this is Rosette. She's here now, so whenever you don't find me here, she's in charge." He nodded too, still looking at me. "Hello Rose, nice to see you again." He smiled down at me, and extended a hand for me to shake, the hand that wasn't holding on to the books.