Reverie Shain Rose Novels & Stories

Her peaceful bubble of life, pinned down and leaking with every new minute she spent in her old house. All of it stemmed from that single face that hovered at the edges of her nerves like a plague. Her hand that moves to adjust her pillow touches a sleek texture and the young girl pauses. The resin rose is staring up at her like it always did when she lays her gaze on it. Faintly, she remembers clutching at it before she went to sleep, but it only adds more irritation to Alina's already crumbling mood. Without a word, she sets it down with a clank, and then heads out the room with a tug of a new bubble gum pink shirt.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

When we reached the SUV and the doors closed, the silence of the cabin felt suffocating. I looked into the rearview mirror and flinched. The golden eyes were still there, swirling with an unnatural light, and the moon mark on my forehead was still glowing with a soft, purple radiance. "Asher," I whispered, touching my forehead. "Is there a way to change this? I can't go back looking like a celestial being. Kendrick will know the moment he sees me."

I pressed my bare shoulder against the cold marble pillar and prayed the thick shadows would hide the ruined state of my red dress. The heavy scent of melted beeswax and dark lavender incense usually brought peace to the royal court but tonight it just made me sick to my stomach. I held my breath while the muffled roar of the freezing rain battered the high stained glass windows above us and masked the sound of my ragged breathing. High Priest Kaspar paced back and forth in front of the sacred silver altar with his pristine white robes sweeping across the polished floorboards.