Rolife Book Nook Garden House Novels & Stories

It began with the book. She found it on her desk on a Thursday morning, three weeks after the hospital, two weeks after the full account, set on the corner of the desk with the particular and specific precision of something placed rather than left, a hardback with a worn cover she recognized immediately because she had mentioned it once, briefly, in a conversation that had not been about books, a conversation about her mother's garden and what her mother had loved, and she had said: she read this every spring. She said it was the only garden book that understood that gardens were for the people in them, not the other way around. She had said it in passing, a subordinate clause in a longer se

Something that actually had a chance of saving Olyriane from a marriage she didn’t want without getting us both killed in the process. The problem was, I had no idea what that plan looked like. House Rosetti’s compound was even more impressive than I remembered. The East Garden Suite sat at the heart of a sprawling estate that made the Finishing School look modest by comparison. Walls of white stone surrounded manicured gardens where fountains splashed and peacocks wandered. Guards in green livery stood at every entrance, watching visitors with the kind of bored competence that said they’d killed before and wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.

He suggested. Lola nodded as she turned to leave the father and son alone. As much as Noah was willing to go with her, Andy’s intrusion was perfect... she needed to be alone by herself, for a while. The house was huge and the corridor was wide. As she walked, Lola wondered just how long the mansion had been standing for. The doors leading out to the garden were easy to find and Lola felt the burst of fresh air hit her face the moment she pulled the doors open. The garden had a unique design and the flowers were fresh and looked well-maintained. As she wandered further, she came across an empty table set up nearby and walked over to settle on one of its seats to unwind.

“The Sky Garden sets quite a high requirement, doesn’t it? I heard that it’s only for their Diamond members or something, right?” “Yes.” Claire nodded. “Honestly, this is my first time here!” Loreen smiled. “Thank you so much, my dear Claire!” She then continued, “By the way, on my way here, I saw the notice at the entrance that said the Sky Garden is booked three days later. Is that true?” “Yes,” Claire replied, “That’s very odd. The Sky Garden has never approved any reservations or bookings before. I wonder what’s up with them now.” Loreen nodded and said, “Some time ago, there was this video online about a mysterious rich man in Aurous Hill that came with dozens of Rolls-Royces, men in bl

Rocco said after a while, because silence that goes on too long in their world can start to sound like the prelude to a bad idea. “I’m good,” Nico said. It wasn’t true. It was operational. They turned off the river road toward the estate’s back entrance. The guard there knew better than to ask who they were when headlights painted him into a target. Gates opened. Gravel complained. The house sat in its dark geometry, pretending to sleep. In the library, when he got there, the same book waited open to the same page he hadn’t read. He looked at it, then at the window, then at his hands. He imagined folding one into the other and finding something that felt like prayer. He settled for work inst

"Noah, darling, go bother the gardener about the roses, they're your favorite complaint every visit. I want Jasmine to myself for a while." Noah glanced back at me, a silent question– ‘are you all right with that?’ – and I nodded, some instinct telling me that whatever this weekend held, it was going to happen in exactly the pace and shape Eleanor decided, and fighting that current would only exhaust me faster. She led me through the house with high ceilings, family photographs lining the hallway in a way that made my chest tighten every time I passed one, wondering, uselessly, whether Charles's face was somewhere among them, and out through a set of French doors into a garden that looked li

Zeno's house has two levels with the upper part made of the best wood and the roof made of thatch leaves. Cia stood still, she tightened the red cardigan she was wearing and smiled broadly at the house in front of her. "It's enchanting," he said. This house is the same as the other houses without fences, it's just that it looks the most spacious. Before entering the house, Zeno took Cia to the back of the house and was immediately presented with a view of a beautiful garden of asphodel flowers and roses. Cia immediately turned to see the roses and asphodel planted alternately.

The scent of the blooming roses and dew evaporating in the warm summer sun fills the air and gives the garden a sense of peace. Griffin closes the door leading to the castle, drowning out the sound coming from inside, creating the illusion that we’re completely cut off from the rest of the household. “This is so pretty.” “It’s your garden. You can talk to our groundskeeper, Lochlan if you want to change anything.” I look around the lovely little garden, the roses, the little patches of wildflowers growing along the path and the purple Morning Glories crawling up a trellis along the walls of the castle. “No. I like it just fine.”

he said as he stood up. I stood up after him and followed him out of the office. He showed me different areas of the house and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't awed by everything. The whole house just screams money. They had a library with two floors, a theatre and a lot of huge rooms. The whole house could probably accommodate hundreds of people one day. There are a few rooms Lorenzo told me that I'm not allowed to see yet. He then showed me the garden outside and I gasped in shock upon seeing the tulips panted at the center of the garden.

Ugh, what it must feel like to have that kind of money. The hall was open when we arrived and a cleaning crew was mopping out the large interior. It was an impressive hall with high ceilings and chandeliers hanging from it, the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of a very nice garden that I hadn’t seen from outside. It looked like a private garden perfect for intimacy. There were white-painted metal benches and a few chairs arranged against grate fences with climbing flowers of a variety of colors. I can just see Nolan’s lips on Lurane’s in a passionate lover’s kiss under the canopy of flowers hanging above the garden. Was that jealousy?