Rosemarie Hathaway Novels & Stories

“I am good, Maria.” Maria said, “You are acting weird these days.” “ I am fine.” Roseanne realised that after so many days, she finally felt fine. Who knew it would happen because of Nicholas Hart's mother? On the other hand, Ellora had been in deep thought after meeting Roseanne. Why did this girl look familiar? where had she seen her? She couldn't put her finger on this.

"They'll be nice and friendly to you, don't worry." Mark read the list again. Anna Friel, Ashley Judd, Charlize Theron, Christy Turlington, Elizabeth Shue, Helena Bonham-Carter. Lena Headey, Salma Hayek. "Are all these women ex-girlfriends of Benjamin Moore?" He asked. "All except Salma Hayek and Elizabeth Shue. They were just friends, but he dated the rest of them at one point or another," Jasmine explained. "And not the guys. They were just friends too."

Words she recognized because once, they would have been hers. She was still sitting there, barefoot in Damien’s old shirt, when her phone buzzed again. A name she didn’t expect: Marisol Vega, a producer, director and two-time Cannes darling, known for turning micro-budgets into films that critics described as “soul wounds on celluloid.” They’d met once at a charity gala, both dressed in gowns they couldn’t breathe in, making small talk under the glare of flashbulbs. Celeste read the message twice.

ROSALINE Today was wedding day. I'm supposed to be happy, I know. Happiness was far from what I was feeling at the moment. "You look beautiful. Like a queen this time," Lisa said to me. I couldn't smile because I wasn't happy at all. The makeup artist did well to give me a light makeup. The door opened and I could see Catherine and Kimberly walk in from the reflection of the mirror. I rolled my eyes knowing they were only coming here to spit nonsense like they usually do.

She tossed the invitation back onto the desk with an effortless flick of her wrist, stepping directly into my space until her hand rested flat against my chest, feeling the thud of my heart. "I spent five years swallowing their insults, taking their pity, and letting them treat me like an invisible ghost," Rosemarie whispered, her dark eyes glittering with wicked resolve. "If Tracy and those arrogant elders want a show under the crystal dome... I'm going to walk into that pavilion and make every single one of them choke on their regrets.”

My eyes landed on a wrinkly figure, a cane to balance her as she walked closer. “Mrs Whitmore?” The figure adjusted her glasses, her gaze pinned on me in confusion. Her expression slowly shifted from confusion to disbelief. “Little Rosie?” A sob cracked through my lips, I hurried over, taking her free hand in mine. “Is it really you, Mrs Whitmore?” “The gods be damned, Rosie Alphonse,” she called, her eyes wide in surprise. “Oh my God.” I breathed out, before pulling her in for a hug. “Oh, Rosie dear. It's been so long…” Mrs Whitmore said, her voice thick with anguish. “I've missed you so much.”

It is full of chocolate, letters, flowers, and other things in a romantic way. She is what every man desires. She's pretty, smart, and has a body of a model. Small waist, big bust, big bum, small face, and not to mention she's 5'6 while I'm 4'11. Not like other beautiful and famous girls, Hilary is such a humble and kind person. Also, the power and money she holds, she's rich and her family owns a famous company in this city. Just imagine how perfect she is? This how good Hilary's life is.

93. Through the busy crowd of tourists and travellers, a young woman walked out. At that moment, all eyes were on her. They all recognized the two-time Oscars best actress of the year awardee, the celestial princess of snow, Willa Moon. As always, her tasteful fashion sense impressed the crowd. A chic little black dress from Le Rosé private collection hugged her sexy body, revealing her jaw dropping curves. She wore a red knee-length coat over her outfit which swayed each time she moved.

Besides it’s not like she planned going here from the very start. “She’s wonderful wasn’t she? She really pulled the audience in.” Ms. Finnegan complimented and Catherine thought that this instructor had forgotten the she had heard all the nonsense Ms. Finnegan spouted at Lyra. “Sure, it didn’t seem you liked her during your class.” Catherine said unamused and Ms. Finnegan nervously laugh at Catherine’s comment. Catherine was sure that Ms. Finnegan is trying to be all sweet and all because her mother is a renowned Prima Ballerina and not only that but her mother has a lot of connection.

and with that, Maya was kissed until her eyes lost focus. ….. At the wind winders pack…. The guests were streaming in and it was very lively. Lily was donning a long one-shoulder dress. It actuated her figure well and her perfectly dolled-up face looked very stunning. She was welcoming guests with a big smile on her face. She was in a very good mood as she laughed with the guests. Her friends were envious of her and those who were already married wished that they could get pregnant right there. As Lily was continuing to welcome the guests, someone came that made her face drain all color. It was a good thing that the room was dimly lit so no one noticed her expression.