Rose Harbor Inn Series Novels & Stories

That's when I had a brilliant idea to check out her friends'profile for a while. They might have things about her that she doesn't post about. As I was looking I noticed a new post today they are at some little diner in the city. I have been to that diner before at least it is the middle of the day nothing will happen to my little rose. I haven't been back to that diner since my mother's passing and fathers' murder leaving me to be an orphan. They never found the man that murdered my father, they say that the man is nowhere to be found like a ghost.

He gave a curt nod, turned, and left the office. The hallways of Corona Nera stretched long and dim, the marble floor echoing under his steps. He wanted nothing more than to strip off the shirt, wash the stench of blood and sweat from his skin, and shut the world out. But as he turned into his wing, he saw her. Rose stood near the carved archway, a book clutched loosely in her hand. Her eyes lifted at the sound of his footsteps. For a moment, her face softened—as though she had been waiting for him. But then her gaze fell to his shirt, to the dark stains that hadn’t dried yet.

asked Evandor with a broad fake smile showing his zirconia crystal white teeth. “What is this smell? I became restless because of it and to piss me more, those low life creatures on your door weren’t letting me in. What are you up to this time, Evandor?” roared Rosey like an out of control lioness. “So, you killed my guards again?” asked Evandor in utter disbelief, hiding his face in the palms of his hands. “Nope, just broke their bones. I will kill them next time for sure!” replied Rose, gritting her teeth. Her fiery eyes were still fixed on Evandor, who looked at her with adoring gazes.

I opened my own studio, and my days became full, vibrant, and happy. One night, Jordan stepped out of the shower, a towel slung loosely around his waist. As he turned, I caught sight of a tattoo on the small of his back. I leaned closer. It was a rose in full bloom—beside it, a little girl dancing. My fingertips trembled as I traced it, my eyes stinging. "I had it done when I was seventeen," he said softly. His gaze lowered to mine, eyes shimmering with starlight. "I wanted to keep it a secret until the day you became my bride."

Rose was a kind-hearted woman. Areiza and Rose had a lot in common, and they had a lovely conversation. While they were chatting and drinking wine, they heard a knock on the door. “Who is it?” Rose asked loudly. Afterward, the door was pushed open and a waitress came in. “Rose Harris is waiting for you in the first-floor lobby,” Having said that, the waitress turned around and left. Areiza raised an eyebrow, looking at Rose in confusion, “Who is Harris?” she asked.

Martinez's POV The sweet, heavy scent of Seraphina’s floral perfume inside the dark foyer made my blood turn to ice. My grip on Rodah tightened instinctively, her soft body pressed hard against my chest. I scanned the shadows of the main hall, my hand already resting on the grip of my Glock, but there was no sound. No ambush. Just the lingering stench of a ghost who had already probably left the scene.

The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly. His gaze was full of her. He smiled and pointed to the flowerpot she had just placed nearby. Half teasing, he said, “Then Cecilia is a red rose. Delicate and thorny. Only I can afford to take care of you.” Cecilia turned and looked at the roses Lucas had placed in the room that morning. And tears streamed silently down her face.

The red rose, which had once been the center of everyone's attention, was no longer here. Lorcan had to get her back. He stayed up all night devising a plan. This was no longer a matter of timing, he decided. If he moved any later, he could lose his wife altogether. The next day, Lorcan had his secretary email Tessa's company with an offer to collaborate. Following that, he poured his heart into planning a high school class reunion.

Her head quickly turned to Dinah. Rosewood London was one of the hotels owned by the De Vierres which was Dinah's family. It was a little unexpected because there's a lot of luxury hotels in London that he could stay in but he really got the hotel that she could easily access. The corner of her lips curved lopsidedly. She continued reading until she reached the end. However, her mood worsened as the last information she read was Roxanne was there as well. “Watch this first before we go,” said Dinah before leaning back and showing the monitor of the computer to her.

One that just needed a little push to put him in higher spirits. After we'd demolished the entire thing, Noir had talked softly about his time in Milan, about what he actually did for the Black Rose. He was their information specialist, the one who could hack into anything, find anyone, make people disappear from databases like they'd never existed and he was also the guy to torture information out of people and tie up loose ends whenever Lorenzo wanted the ends messy. I knew that much from what I'd witnessed. He spoke about it freely with me, and I listened without judgement. I seemed to have begun developing an immunity for illegal shit.