John Rosemond Book Novels & Stories

I pulled one free and settled onto the rug in my small meditation corner. The familiar scent of old paper rose as I opened it. Our bloodline has always carried unusual gifts. The words were written in my mother’s careful script. Some subtle. Some dangerous. Some misunderstood. I traced the edge of the page lightly with my finger. “Sounds about right,” I murmured. Outside the small window the campus had grown quiet as evening settled over Rosewood. I read for another hour before finally closing the book. The whispers still echoed faintly in my mind. But they felt… farther away now.

Frowning, he went to pull the door shut and it hit something, a thud sounding towards the bottom of the door. Chris lowered his gaze to the floor, and blinked in surprise, stuck between the door and the wall, was a little red rose in a tiny but elegant glass shaped like a crescent moon, the inside hardened with…resin? He picked it up, and saw the tiny thorns surrounding the rose inside. Blinking, he curled his fingers around the item and jogged lightly down the stairs, two at a time. __________________

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

But there was still on response "Madison Ross, open this door now or l'll break it down. Kel said. Still there was no response, so Kel had no choice than to break the door. Kel and Irene walked into an empty room, they checked the bathroom, the walk-in-closet, and even under the bed but they could not find Madison. While Kel was still looking around, Irene stood in front of an open window. They were on the second floor there was no way Madison could jump out right?? Irene turned around and looked at Kel, Kel who knew exactly what she was thinking replied. "No way." They both looked out the window and noticed a long rope dangling outside. "Did she really climb all the way down." Irene wondere

Everyone except for Callum, apparently. Too oblivious to care, Callum knocked on Lorcan's office door and invited him to the upcoming class reunion. "I'm not going," Lorcan bit out, impassive as he signed the contract on his table. "Alright, but for your information, Tessa's come home," Callum mused. Lorcan dropped his pen. By the time Callum registered what was happening, the former was gone. Alas, those rumors of Tessa's return were mere conjectures, for Lorcan searched the familiar crowd and still did not see her. The red rose, which had once been the center of everyone's attention, was no longer here.

Before I could hunt for a trail, a soft, frantic gasp from the doorway made me spin around, my gun automatically aiming at the target. Rodah stood there, clutching a dark silk robe tightly around her bare body, her green eyes wide with terror and confusion. She had unlocked the bedroom door herself, driven out by the sheer panic of hearing my boots storm through the house. The sight of her flushed skin and messy hair instantly sent a familiar, possessive heat straight to my groin, but the brutal weight of the war crashing down on us completely crushed the urge to touch her. "Martinez... what is happening?" she whispered, her voice trembling as she looked at the shattered glass on the floor.