John Rosemond Book Novels & Stories

I held the stem attached to the flower tightly, luckily there were no thorns to pierce through my skin. I opened the drawer and put it with the other yellow rose, but today it was red. Orion had been leaving a flower on the table next to my bed every day with a sorry since I stopped talking to him. The blood moon was only 5 days away and we had no progress so far. A knock on the door startled me before I could respond the door burst open and Bernadette stood in front of me.

“I know but there are some lies that are necessary, especially when you promise someone else to maintain them.” “What lies?” This time Paul heard the anger in my voice. “Rose, the man that attacked you, what do you remember about him?” Paul pressed like this had everything to do with what he wanted to tell me. The memory was blurry as I tried to put the pieces together. “I don’t know… he was fast, really fucking fast. And his teeth— No, I was so frightened I imagined most of it.” “Rose,” Ivan touched my hand and my eyes flew open. I hadn’t even realised I’d closed them so tightly. “Just tell us even if it sounds crazy.”

“Sorry, I’m a bit out of it.” She shrugged, and opening the small door in the gate. She had no umbrella with her, I’m guessing she go out in a hurry. Who wouldn’t when their cousin was standing in front of her own home gate, and staring at her house like a psycho? “Don’t apologize. Let’s get you inside before you catch a cold.” I nod, following her through the door. The walkway is just like I remember, on each side are prize winning roses. Of different colors. Huh? When do black roses exist? I took a small detour from following Alexis, bending over a patch of those strange black roses.

John : " Rose....Look at me.. brat why do you keep looking into the book? " Rose while looking at her book says :"What's the matter? " John snatched the book from her hand and said : "Who do you like more.. me or this book? " Rose:"...." John:" Rose, don't you dare escape today.. tell me who is prettier.. and who do you like more "? Rose:" Book "!....saying this Rose snatched the book from his hand and began reading without even bothering with him.

"I heard she can't have children." "Then why is she still hanging onto the Donna Verdant title?" Daisy stood in place. Her nails dug into her palms, and her heart clenched tightly. Julia took a step forward. "You heard them, didn't you? Daisy, I'm not the only one who thinks that way." She then raised her wine glass and deliberately tilted her wrist. Red wine splashed across Daisy's face. The dark red liquid trickled down her cheeks and soaked her light blue dress, staining it in spreading blotches.

As with all things, the man was more a sinner than a saint, she was quite sure. "I blame Lucien. He's been reading those stories by that awful L. R. Gloucester. I wouldn't touch them, but Lucien wagered I couldn't finish one. And then I admit I was rather sucked in. I am ashamed to admit I've devoured every book she's written." "She?" Rosalind stared the initials on the book. "How do you know it's a woman?" Ashton came around the table and joined her at the shelf, pulling the volume out.

Sighing, I walk back towards the path I came, heading towards the bookstore that I usually go to incase I have any books I want to purchase. ''Good morning, Rose.'' Jack, the owner here, greets me. He's almost in his seventies but he's a very hardworking man. Besides, whenever I tell him to go home and get some rest or slack off, he would say that he doesn't have anything else to do; this bookstore is where he wants to spend his time. I smile at him, heading towards his direction, ''Good morning, Jack. How are you?'' He lets out a breathy laugh, ''I'm good, how are you? It's been awhile since I last saw you and your boyfriend. Are you two doing well?'' The sky blue eyes he have never fail to

Thomas chuckled as he took the rose from me. "Those guys chased me for three blocks. When I ran past a flower store, I remembered that it was Valentine's Day. Because I had stopped for a rose, one of the guys cut my arm. I quickly ran off again. Back then, I was thinking that it was a good thing I had steady hands. If I didn't, the flower would have fallen on the ground." John, who was standing in the distance, tapped his watch. It was to tell me that it was about time.

Give them all to Rosie if you could! Elise quickly declared on her social media that she only worked with me. The copyrights of the remaining novels were still being negotiated, so she hoped everyone would keep an eye on it. This made some small-minded people see red; they did not expect my backing to be so strong. [Is anyone going to take care of the Bells?] [I'll find out any of their shady dealings for sure!]

I take a copy off the shelf and hand it to her. I glance at Vincent to make sure he’s okay. “We have a dog, so I’m sure Roman will love this one.” Her gaze browses over the other books. “This one looks good. Until he understands, he’ll be able to look at the pictures of the animals.” “That’s a good pick.” The customer chooses three more books before we head to the counter. “I’ve walked past this bookstore a hundred times and always wanted to come inside.” Our eyes lock, then she adds, “Oh, I’m Rosemarie Koslov.”